For the longest time, Enzo had been avoiding Titus and his band of friends. But eventually they had caught up to him and dragged him out of his lecure time.

"It's moving through the left corner there, someone get on it fast!!" Enzo's voice resounded atop a building an alarm setting off as several shadows sprang forward chasing an unseen enemy.

The day after the grand regents meeting, orders had come down for those on the ground to pick 3 weavers, one of the holy eminents, a member of cloaked shade and a student in the institute to head to the castle.

There a great opportunity awaited them, but there in laid a problem.

Who?

Who was going to be the lucky bastard to receive this opportunity?

Amongst the holy eminents, there was a silent agreement that it would be master Seth, after all no one had more experience than him amongst the four and even the legendary white death was still at stage one.

For the cloaked shade, there was a clear hierarchy, and they were currently deliberating who would step forward.

But for the student of the institute? It was much more complex, there had been a few spilts with more of them entering the city for this opportunity, just agreeing had become a hassle. So, master Seth had to step in to provide a solution.

Every faction that wanted to opportunity to enter needed to provide the head of a dead tyrant, didn't matter how they got it as long as they did they would then bring out their candidate to fight it out.

So right now they were hunting a Tyrant just for that.

"Hehe, opportunity can drive people crazy" Enzo said to himself with a smile on his face.

Typical no weaver in their right mind would ever think of attacking a tyrant just because, but benefits….these were enough to drive people crazy.

"I'll just sit over here and watch" Enzo smiled bitterly then sat on his butt. He didn't need to participate in the killing of any tyrant simply because he had killed one not too long ago already.

They had even presented the head to master Seth proving it.

"You're here"

While Enzo was seated watching the hunt, someone suddenly appeared next to him and smiled.

Black

"Yes master Black, I'm just giving a tracking service" Enzo smiled bitterly.

Killing a tyrant was a serious matter, and even with strong weavers it was hard to achieve. Dispite master Seth's repeated warnings the other weavers had repeated given help to the younger generation in their efforts.

"It's fine, I'm not here to threaten you" master black smiled, he was here to help Titus kill a tyrant, this was quite obvious so he had to be covert.

No one could know.

"Ohh okay" Enzo nodded.

At the end of the day, this was just a qualifying criteria, the real test to determine who would go was yet to be determined. He had no reason to out anyone.

"White said something earlier to me, something about your brother being afflicted with a concept that forces him to teleport randomly" master black spoke looking around before pausing.

"We are currently working on something to stabliaze this, there are hints of it happening to others involved with that branch in forte Marie" master black explained.

The moment Enzo told white about what had happened, he had began taking measures to find a solution. He didn't involve Enzo much but kept him in the loop, and what they had discovered was beyond what they imagined.

The curse as they called it, had been a result of an experiment that happened in Weavetech several years before and had affected Enzo's father. As the other children were born after the fact, they were both affected to by a less potent version on the curse.

They didn't know how far it with, but it seemed to be a serious problem that could spiral in the near future.

As they were in the investigation stage, the federation hadn't been drawn into the issue yet, but soon.

"Oh" Enzo smiled

He drew the same conjectures a while ago, but there wasn't much he could do at this level of power. The truth however was still something he wanted to know.

"I'll just have to work harder" Enzo said his head thinking of the supreme grade star seed he would possibly get from destroying the dome.

He still had that in mind fortunately.

Before Enzo could say another word though he noticed that master black had disappeared and the chase had suddenly stopped.

The tyrant was dead

"Well, that's okay" Enzo smiled then stood up to leave while looking at the alert of 5,000 years on his time stamp.

He had been paid

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Two days later

Several groups of weavers gathered in a central region in the city forming small pockets as they looked over to a makeshift stage right in the middle.

Today, they would fight!

Fight for the privilege of being chosen and becoming truly strong.

"Okay okay, I have 6 heads here, bring out your candidates, I want only six people on stage" Lewis appeared on stage with three heads of varying sizes.

The students were the only variable that needed to be considered, but at the same time it was more of a hassle.

After all, the person they truly backed on when it came to the exploration of that castle was master Seth.

From the crowd four people stepped forward in concurance.

Titus

Jade

Savage wolf

O'Neil

A student in shining amour and one cloaked in a dark cloak.

"As expect" Lewis smiled looking across

Two star weavers and four exalted, they expected the main battle to be between the exalted.

"Get them Enzo!!"

"Don't let us down!!"

"Do it"

The gloomy and still atmosphere was suddenly destroyed by a set of voice that caused Enzo to frown.

Zeke and Zhou

In fact they weren't a lot of star weavers here in rune city, a good number had died and the others just chose to not come out.

After all, who was expecting a star weaver to participate in a hunt for a tyrant. Enzo and the young man in shining armor were in truth the only ones that could make it here.

"Let's start with the young ones, get that out of the way" Lewis said his eyes drifting at Enzo and the youth in shining amour.

He knew Enzo, the kid was the only student of master white, a great tyrant. He hadn't seen him fighting however, but he had heard rumors.

Then the other kid,

He did know him, however he didn't know how he was able to kill a tyrant. There didn't seem to be a holy eminent supporting him only his friends whom had entered the city not long ago.

He was a dark horse forged by Galafray.

"Good day friend, how are you?"

On the stage the youth in shining armor smiled beaming with pride. He didn't know Enzo much, as he wasn't a special grade student, however he could respect anyone who could kill a tyrant with or without help.

""I am fine." Enzo nodded, then turned his gaze toward Lewis, who instinctively took half a step back. Something about the smile on the young man's face felt… wrong.

The kid was creepy.

"Good," the young man said, his voice calm to the point of indifference. "Then let me know your name so we can get this over with."

As the words left his mouth, light gathered. A white, translucent shield formed in his left hand, its surface etched with faint, shifting runes. In his right, a long spear of condensed radiance materialized, its tip humming softly as if eager to taste blood.

Enzo's smile widened, just a little.

"Name?" he echoed. "I'm also called the Graveyard Shadow."

The title hung in the air, heavy and deliberate.

Something about this man set his instincts on edge. Not enough to flee—but enough to keep every muscle coiled and ready. Whatever stood before him wasn't simple, and definitely wasn't honest.

I should have divined this fight before coming here.

The thought gnawed at him. Carelessness. A rare mistake. But regret wouldn't save him now. All he could do was commit fully—no hesitation, no restraint.

"Ahh… such distrust." The young man chuckled softly, lowering his spear just a fraction. "Very well."

He tilted his head, light reflecting off his pale eyes. "Call me Shining Light Over Grace."

Enzo's gaze sharpened.

The man understood. Names carried weight—paths, echoes, bindings that could be exploited by a weaver once uncovered. Giving one freely to an unknown enemy was the same as handing them a blade and turning your back.

Especially when facing something you didn't yet understand.

The air between them tightened, shadows pulling inward as light pressed outward, two forces poised at the edge of collision

Before they could see it, the two blasted forward their blades at the same time moving to kill

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