Liam was alone when Arvane arrived.
No guards announced him.No mana fluctuation preceded him.
One moment the room was empty—the next, the Principal stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, watching the academy lights below.
"They've started," Arvane said.
Liam did not turn. "Already?"
"Yes."
That single word carried weight.
The Political Shockwave
Arvane waved a hand.
Illusory projections unfolded in the air—voices, documents, sealed decrees.
"Royal councils are in emergency session," Arvane said calmly."Noble houses are convening private assemblies. Kings are demanding explanations."
Liam finally looked at him. "Explanations for what?"
"For you."
The projections shifted.
'Anchor-Class Entity presents unacceptable instability.''Calamities follow the Red Core bearer.''Containment is preferable to elimination.'
Liam's eyes narrowed.
"They didn't say that when cities were burning."
"No," Arvane replied. "Fear speaks only after danger passes."
Another projection surfaced—unsigned, but heavy with authority.
Request: Academy cooperation in regulating Liam Vale's movements.
"They're not accusing you," Arvane continued."They're redefining you."
Liam clenched his fist.
"From protector… to problem."
The Academy's Choice
Arvane dismissed the projections.
"The Academy council is divided," he said."Some believe handing you over will restore balance.""Some wish to bind you more tightly.""A few want to use you."
"And you?" Liam asked.
Arvane met his gaze directly.
"I refused all three."
Silence filled the room.
"The Academy exists to shoulder responsibility," Arvane said."The moment we surrender that duty to fear, we become another noble house hiding behind barriers."
Liam exhaled slowly.
"So they'll turn against the Academy too."
"Yes," Arvane replied. "Eventually."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"I've lived through worse."
Liam's Internal Shift
Liam walked to the window, looking down at the academy grounds.
Students trained below.Laughing.Living.
"They survived because of us," Liam said."And now they're afraid of me."
Arvane did not contradict him.
"My old world was brutal," Liam continued."But it was honest. Power ruled openly."
He looked back.
"This world pretends morality matters—until it becomes inconvenient."
The Red Core pulsed, steady and controlled.
"They don't want heroes," Liam said quietly."They want stability."
"Yes," Arvane replied."And you are anything but stable to them."
Liam nodded once.
Understanding settled—not bitter, not angry.
Cold.
"Then I'll stop expecting gratitude."
That was the moment Arvane knew—
Liam had crossed a line most Anchors never returned from.
Silent Threats
Arvane turned serious.
"There's more."
The air shifted.
Not illusion.
Not mana.
Something subtle brushed against Liam's perception.
"The system has flagged you," Arvane said."Not publicly. Not yet."
Liam felt it then—a faint pressure, distant but deliberate.
"Containment councils are forming," Arvane continued."Special authorities that exist only when the system begins losing control."
Liam smiled faintly.
"So the world is aligning with the system."
"Yes."
"And Arch?" Liam asked.
Arvane paused.
"He feels it too," he said."Which means he'll either approach you… or be forced toward you."
Liam's Death Sense stirred—not warning.
Anticipation.
Arvane remained silent longer than usual.
Liam noticed.
"There's something else," Liam said.
Arvane nodded slowly.
"Yes."
He looked at Liam—not as a Principal, not as an authority—
But as a cultivator watching another stand at a crossroads.
"If you remain at the Academy," Arvane said, "you will be safe."
Liam raised an eyebrow.
"I mean truly safe," Arvane continued."No lord. No king. No royal bloodline will dare to touch you."
He gestured faintly toward the walls.
"The Academy can shelter you indefinitely. Suppress investigations. Silence councils. Delay the system's hands."
Liam listened carefully.
"But," Arvane said, "your growth will slow."
The words were calm.
Heavy.
"This place is structured," Arvane went on."Regulated. Watched. Stable."
He met Liam's gaze.
"Anchors do not grow in stability."
Silence stretched.
"If you stay," Arvane said, "you will advance… but carefully. Slowly. Safely.""And eventually," he added, "you will fall behind."
"Behind who?" Liam asked.
"Other Anchors," Arvane replied."Other variables the system is already cultivating."
Liam exhaled.
"And if I leave?"
Arvane's eyes sharpened.
"Then you will face chaos. Unrecorded dungeons. Lawless zones. Entities even the system cannot fully classify."
He paused.
"You will be hunted."
The Red Core pulsed—once.
Liam smiled faintly.
"That sounds more honest."
Arvane studied him for a long moment.
"I have said what I needed to say," he finally said."The choice is yours."
He turned slightly, giving Liam space.
"Stay," Arvane said, "and live a protected life.""Leave," he continued, "and gamble everything for growth."
He looked back.
"Whichever you choose—I will cooperate."
Liam's Decision
Liam didn't hesitate.
"I didn't survive my last world to hide in this one."
The Red Core burned—not violently, but decisively.
"I'll go."
Arvane nodded once.
As if he had expected nothing else.
Arvane's Gift
Arvane reached into space itself and withdrew a small, unassuming object.
A dark metal ring.
No ornamentation.
No visible runes.
"This is a triggered safeguard," Arvane said, placing it in Liam's hand.
"It will activate only once—when your existence is about to be erased by forces beyond your current reach."
Liam's eyes narrowed. "A last resort."
"Yes," Arvane replied."It will not win battles for you.""It will only ensure you survive them."
Liam closed his fingers around it.
"I won't waste it."
"I know," Arvane said.
He stepped back.
"Go," the Principal said calmly."Grow beyond what this world expects."
Closing
Later that night, Liam stood at the edge of the academy grounds.
No ceremony.
No farewell.
Just the quiet hum of a world that no longer felt like home.
Death Sense whispered—not danger.
Possibility.
Behind him, the Academy stood unmoving.
Ahead—
An unregulated world.
The Red Core pulsed.
Liam stepped forward.
And the system, watching from everywhere at once,
Adjusted its calculations.