With Project Sanctuary's foundational blueprints being laid out by Leoric and Jeeves, a tangible sense of hope settled over our entire alliance. The vague, distant goal of 'being free' now had a concrete, achievable objective. The idea of a true safe haven, a world untouched by the shadow of the Empire, was a potent motivator, and a renewed sense of purpose invigorated everyone. For me, however, freedom meant more than just a place to hide. It meant having the strength to ensure no one would ever have to hide again. And the Spire was our new game board.

I spent the next several days in the heart of the great cosmic tower with my full technical team, my grandfather having opted to spend time getting reacquainted with a world he had only ever observed from afar. We treated the Spire like a newly discovered laboratory, a place of impossible physics that demanded rigorous, systematic testing.

"The stability of the manifold is… perfect," Eliza murmured, her eyes darting across a dozen holographic data-streams she had siphoned from the Spire's archaic systems. She was in her element, a scholar let loose in the library of a god, Anna standing beside her, trying to keep up with the torrent of scientific jargon. "It's not just holding reality apart; it's actively reinforcing causality on both sides. This isn't a brute-force tear in space-time; it's an elegant, seamless stitch."

"We need to establish a full operational profile," I said, bringing up the vast star-map. "Let's start with a sterile environment. No life, no significant ambient Essence. That moon again." I gestured to the unassuming point of light. I focused my will, and the space before us yielded like a parted curtain, revealing the inky black of hard vacuum.

"Jeeves, readings on the portal formation event," I commanded.

"Initial energy signature registered a quasi-spatial displacement spike of 7.2 terawatts for approximately 1.4 nanoseconds at point of origin," the Anima reported instantly. "The signature at the destination was negligible, well below the standard detection threshold for any known Kyorian long-range sensor array. It's the equivalent of a single cosmic ray striking a ship's hull." Stepping onto the moon's silent, beautiful desolation, I began the protocols we had laid out.

"Now for the real question," Eliza said, her scientific curiosity overriding her awe. She was practically vibrating with excitement. "We can move people. But can we move materiel, unaccompanied? A key part of any sustained off-world operation will be logistics. We can't escort every supply crate."

It was a critical question. I returned to the Spire and keyed in the command, focusing on a specific, lead-lined supply crate in the Veiled Path's main storage depot. I visualized its destination coordinates on the moon's surface, and with a thought, opened a smaller, secondary portal. The crate smoothly drifted through, appearing on the moon's surface with a gentle thud of finality.

Eliza's face fell slightly as she looked at her data-slate. "Ah. There's the catch. Look at this energy spike." She pointed to a jagged waveform that dwarfed the previous reading. "Sending an object without a guiding consciousness, without a soul-signature to 'authorize' it through the manifold, requires the Spire to exert much more direct force to define and hold the destination parameters. The origin signature was ten times stronger. They wouldn't just detect that; it'd be a screaming klaxon on every scanner in the vicinity. We can use this for building Project Sanctuary. But we can't use it to covertly drop a spy drone behind enemy lines."

"So, the Spire is a troop transport, a mobile base, but not a covert delivery system," Lucas summarized in our debrief later that day. It was a limitation, but a reasonable one. The core problem, however, remained.

"None of it matters if we aren't strong enough to capitalize on the intelligence," I stated, the reality of our situation settling over us. "Sooner or later, this war will become overt. And I have a strong feeling that the elite of the Kyorian military are not just the mirror-faces. We need to be ready to face Tier 7, maybe even Tier 8, threats."

Which brought my focus back to the star-map, to the one portal that had called to me, a small, unassuming star system a few dozen light-years from our own, flagged by Kasian with an ominous warning: Unstable Manifold. High Essence Saturation. Anomalous Resonance. Not recommended. The perfect crucible for the next stage of my growth.

I was in my private study in the Cradle, making final preparations when Anna walked in. She simply leaned against the doorframe, her Mythic bow slung over her shoulder, a look of unshakeable resolve on her face.

"So," she said, her voice casual. "Where are we going?"

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I stopped, a pre-made nutrient pack in my hand. "I'm going to do some high-risk exploratory work, Anna. The resonance from that portal is chaotic. Kasian advised against it. It's extremely dangerous."

"Good," she replied, not missing a beat. "Because I am tired of sparring with Grover. He's a great training partner, but he apologizes every time a branch accidentally hits me. I need a real challenge. I'm peaking at Tier 4, Eren. I can feel the next threshold, the evolution to Tier 5, but it's just out of reach. It feels like there's a wall in front of me. I'm not going to break through it by clearing the same dungeon over and over again. We both know that growth thrives under pressure. If you want to face your next trial, then I intend to face mine."

Before I could argue, a new, booming voice echoed from the hallway. "The tiny human is right, Master Eren!" Rexxar declared, his massive, crystalline form filling the doorway, forcing Anna to step aside. "It is my duty to serve as your shield and your hammer! You will not go into such unknown danger without your primary combat unit! It is… illogical! My new skill needs to be tested on new, more powerful whelps! Let's crush some skulls, what do you say!?"

At my feet, Kaelen, who had been dozing, got up and padded over to Anna, whining softly and nudging her hand with his head, his starlit eyes fixed on me. The message was clear. It was a package deal.

I looked from my sister's determined face, to Rexxar's adamant posture, to Kaelen's pleading gaze, and I felt my own resolve crumble. Maybe I didn't have to do everything alone. Keeping Anna safe… that was paramount.

"Fine," I sighed, a reluctant smile breaking through. "Fine. But you are all on bodyguard duty. Your one and only priority is Anna's safety. Understood, Rexxar?"

"My purpose is absolute!" he boomed, a crackle of golden energy fizzing around him in satisfaction.

As if on cue, another figure appeared in the doorway. It was my grandfather. "If you are all going on a family trip," he said, his eyes twinkling, "it would be rude not to invite me." He raised a hand, and a perfect, solid duplicate of himself shimmered into existence beside him, identical in every way. "This one can come. It is a fragment of my soul, at about fifty percent of my full strength. My full power is split in two. Creating another clone would halve our total output by another 50%, a loss in efficacy for a greater cause should the need arise. But he will serve as a direct, unbreakable line of communication back to me, and through me, to the Nexus Tree. If a true emergency arises, I will know instantly."

I looked at the clone. Fifty percent of his strength was still an astronomical figure. To be able to create such a powerful, independent avatar… the applications were staggering. It was another impossible skill, showing how powerful Soul Abilities really were. "That… is a very useful ability, Grandpa," I said, my mind already racing. I considered what a 50% clone of myself could do, the sheer chaos I could bring with another Eren in a battle. I realized I would not need to think about my home's defense for now, as I already had more than enough protection at Bastion and its other holdings.

"Consider him your emergency contact," Arthur said with a wink.

I returned to my packing, a new sense of both reassurance and immense responsibility settling over me. Anna came and stood beside me. "I won't slow you down, you know," she said quietly. "I'm not the same girl from the first gauntlet."

"I know," I replied.

"I also have my own ways of being quiet," she interrupted, and a flicker of silvery, translucent energy enveloped her. It didn't erase her presence like my Veil, but it softened it, making her seem less significant, like a background detail the eye would just naturally slide past. "The System gave me a Legendary skill named after your own Sanctum a while ago. It definitely helped."

Similar to the ability it granted me and named after my own Sanctum. It seemed our Prime System benefactor was more deeply linked than I knew.

"Alright," I said, a grin spreading across my face. This felt right. Not a lone wolf facing the darkness, but an entire pack. "Let's go."

An hour later, our eclectic little party stood together in the heart of the Foundation Spire. Arthur's true self was there to see us off, his face a familiar mask of grandfatherly concern. "Be careful, all of you," he said, looking at his own duplicate. "Try not to break him. The reintegration process can be a headache."

"Jeeves," I sent a final mental command. "You have standing orders. Any Priority-One alert, any message from Nyx, any deviation in the Project Sanctuary construction schedule… I want to know immediately. You have a direct line to me through my link to the Spire."

<Acknowledged, Master Eren. The communication channel will remain open and constantly monitored. Proceed with the assurance that our home will be well-guarded.>

I looked at my team: Anna, her eyes blazing with excitement; Rexxar, a mountain of golden, kinetic potential; Kaelen, a silent shadow of starlight and fur at my heel; and the calm, smiling duplicate of my grandfather.

Together, we turned and faced the swirling vortex of unstable energy. It pulsed with a strange, dissonant light, a sickly blend of deep violet and emerald green. The air wafting from it was thick, humid, and smelled of wet soil, decaying vegetation, and something else… something ancient, predatory, and powerfully alive.

We shared a final, determined glance. We were not children stumbling into the dark anymore. We were a hunting party, willingly stepping into a new, wild, and unknown jungle.

And together, side by side, we stepped through the portal.

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