CHAPTER 40 — The Lady
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Ren was falling.
Or so his senses insisted.
There was no wind tearing at his clothes, no rush of air screaming past his ears—only the conviction of descent, absolute and unending. Darkness stretched infinitely in every direction, not as shadow, but as absence itself. No sky. No ground. No horizon.
Nothing to orient the mind.
Nothing to resist.
His body tumbled through the void, yet there was no rotation, no shift in balance. The sensation contradicted itself—movement without motion, weight without mass.
Ren tried to breathe.
The act felt symbolic.
Instinct took over. He reached inward and commanded his Qi to circulate.
It fractured instantly.
Not disrupted. Not suppressed. Denied.
The moment he attempted to guide it, his Crescent Qi dispersed as if the concept of flow itself had been rejected by the space he occupied. His meridians burned in protest, sharp and absolute, warning him that persistence would not lead to breakthrough—but erasure.
Ren forced himself to stop.
This isn't falling, he realized. It was a test of perception.
Ren clenched his teeth.
Kael.
The name surfaced like a lifeline. Then Kane. Rovan. Serik.
The fox. He searched for the fox.
Nothing. No presence. No echo. No resistance.
The bond—empowered by Aetherion itself—had been severed as cleanly as a blade through silk.
That thought carried weight. Someone was here.
The descent stretched on until thought itself began to thin, until even the idea of time lost coherence.
Then—
The illusion collapsed.
Ren stood.
Stone pressed firmly beneath his feet. Air filled his lungs. His balance returned in an instant, as if it had never left him.
He was inside a simple chamber—bare stone walls, smooth and undecorated, untouched by formations or inscriptions. At its center burned a solitary flame.
Black.
Not the absence of light, but a color so deep it seemed to drink warmth and return it refined. The flame moved without flicker, steady and composed.
At Ren's side, a familiar weight returned.
The shadow fox stood there, body low, eyes alert. The bond reconnected the instant Ren noticed it, snapping back into place as if released deliberately.
Its form felt sharper now, its gaze locked forward.
Ren exhaled slowly, grounding himself.
The sense of being observed sharpened.
Ren followed its stare.
Someone else was there.
She sat across the flame as if it were a hearth in her own home, posture relaxed, expression amused. She looked young—too young for the pressure that bloomed the moment Ren's senses brushed against her.
Not killing intent. Presence.
The kind that bent reality simply by existing within it.
She smiled faintly.
"Oh?" she said lightly, amusement threading her voice. "You finally noticed."
Ren's body tightened instantly.
She laughed. Soft. Clear. Almost playful.
"Honestly," she continued, tilting her head, "your fox is smarter than you. It realized the fall was fake ages ago."
Ren's gaze flicked to the fox. Its tail swished once, unapologetically.
During the fall… the bond had been blocked. Intentionally.
That thought sent a chill through Ren's spine.
He straightened, his posture cautious, controlled. "Who are you?"
The woman studied him for a long moment, curiosity shining openly in her expression—like a scholar encountering an unsolved equation.
"I am not human," the woman said, her voice light, almost teasing—yet it carried the weight of something that had survived ages. "And you may relax. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have had the luxury of confusion."
Ren didn't relax.
Someone who could sever—or suppress—a bond empowered directly by Aetherion was not merely powerful. She was dangerous.
She rose to her feet.
The moment she did, Ren felt it.
Not pressure. Recognition.
The room acknowledged her. Space folded slightly around her form, not in submission—but in familiarity.
Every instinct Ren possessed screamed a single truth: This existence did not cultivate power. Power had formed around her.
She met his gaze, eyes burning softly like embers buried beneath ash.
"I am a Phoenix," she said.
The black flame surged upward, spiraling behind her, briefly forming the ghostly silhouette of vast wings stretching far beyond the chamber's limits.
"Peak Level Nine."
Ren's pupils contracted.
Not a remnant. Not a projection. Not a lingering will bound to a relic.
Alive. Standing before him. Watching.
Her smile widened just a fraction.
She spoke again before the weight of her presence could settle fully into him. "After centuries of cultivation, I reached the summit… and found it lacking. I could rule worlds. Burn empires into ash. But Level Ten remained closed to me."
Her smile faded—not into bitterness, but into quiet resolve.
"So I chose to begin again."
Ren listened silently.
"I selected this place for my rebirth," she said, gesturing faintly. "Before burning myself down, I wanted to understand why I failed."
Her gaze sharpened. "Cultivators came. Thousands. Most died before even reaching the statue. Their minds fractured under pressure."
She paced slowly around the room.
"A few reached the Inner Hall. Greed devoured them. Power. Treasures. Legacy. They wanted results."
She stopped in front of him.
"None of them walked the Path."
Ren felt the words settle into his bones.
"Then you came," she said softly.
Her eyes glimmered as she repeated his words back to him, perfectly.
"Destination is a lie. The Path is the only truth. I am the one who walks."
The room seemed to breathe.
"You weren't chasing power," she said. "You were enduring meaning."
Her gaze dropped briefly—to his trembling hands, to the cracks still faintly visible beneath his skin.
"And when you could have escaped alone… you tried to save your companions."
Silence followed.
"That," she concluded, "is why you are here."
Ren said nothing.
Finally, she smiled again—bright, almost mischievous.
"I've waited a long time for someone like you."
She raised her hand. The black flame surged upward, forming a dense, living fire that pulsed with vitality.
"My Phoenix Flame," she said. "It looks demonic, I know. Don't let that fool you. It heals. Refines. Rebuilds."
The flame drifted toward Ren, entering his body without resistance.
Agony flared—then vanished.
His shattered vessel mended. His meridians smoothed. His spirit steadied.
He inhaled sharply as strength returned—not inflated, not excessive—whole.
"Keep it," she said with a small smile. "A Phoenix reborn is never without flame. When I rise again, another will answer me. So don't feel guilty."
The woman stepped back.
"When I begin my rebirth," she said calmly, "my body will burn to ash. Take my Phoenix Beast Core."
She glanced at the wooden cube at Ren's waist. "Put it inside that."
Ren understood.
She tilted her head, studying him for a heartbeat longer.
"Oh—one more thing."
Her voice was light. Almost playful.
"If you ever think about keeping my core for yourself," she continued casually, "or even entertain the idea of harming me… the flame inside you will burn you to ash."
Ren's breath caught.
"Instantly," she added, smiling. "No matter how strong you become."
What unsettled him wasn't the words.
It was that she said them the way one might comment on the weather.
Her gaze met his—clear, bright, ancient.
"It's simply how my flame works."
Then her expression softened.
"Relax," she said lightly. "As long as you never turn your intent against me, the Phoenix Flame will never betray you. In fact—"
Her voice lowered, steady and absolute.
"—it will be your greatest ally."
"No matter how close you are to death… as long as you're alive, it will heal you."
Then she raised a finger, forming the droplet of essence blood.
"This," she said, "is to ensure you are strong enough to survive the world until I rise again."
Her gaze hardened slightly. "One drop. Absorb it slowly. No greed. Or it will tear you apart."
She turned to the fox.
"For you as well," she said, letting a second droplet fall toward it.
The fox froze—then lowered its head solemnly before absorbing it.
She smiled one last time.
Then her form shifted—fire exploding outward as she transformed into a magnificent phoenix, feathers streaked with black flame, wings unfurled in silent majesty.
Without hesitation—
She burned herself.
The fire consumed her utterly. No scream. No resistance. Only light.
When the flames died, ash drifted gently to the stone floor.
And at its center— A core, pulsing softly.
Ren stood alone in the quiet room, fox at his side, holding the weight of a promise he never asked for.
The Path did not promise an end.
Ren stepped forward anyway.
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Chapter End