The flickering campfire in the heart of the Weald cast long, dancing shadows, the silence of the cavern amplifying the weight of Lucas's revelation. The words 'soul ability' hung in the air between us, a key to a lock none of them, save one, had ever known existed. Eliza and Silas just stared, their expressions a mixture of confusion and a dawning, profound sense of having been cheated.

"So… this entire time," Eliza began, her voice a hushed, incredulous whisper, "you've had a built-in lie detector?"

"It's more of a gut feeling. An instinct," Lucas corrected, though the power of his description hung in the air. "It's not about lies. It's about core intent. It… it simplifies things."

"Simplifies things?" Silas scoffed, a dark, humorless laugh. "Lucas, that's not a tool. That's a goddamn superpower. Why did you never mention this?"

"What words could I have used?" Lucas shot back, a flicker of old frustration in his eyes. "It's a feeling. I didn't know there was a universal name for it until Eren just said it. It's just… been there. A part of me."

Their attention turned to me. I was the one who had given a name to this phantom sense. I saw the desperate, hungry curiosity in Eliza's eyes, the cold, calculating appraisal in Silas'.

"Soul abilities are… different," I began, choosing my words with extreme care. "They aren't learned. They're born. They're an echo of who you are at the very core of your being. Lucas' ability, [Friend or Foe], is a perfect example. It's born from his own nature — a man who has spent his life judging character, building trust, protecting his people. The Prime System simply gave that innate quality a structure." I looked at them. "Mine… is similar. It's called [Glimpse of a Path]. It is… a form of foresight. It lets me see a possible outcome of a course of action before I take it." I kept the description vague, a vast understatement, but it was enough.

The silence that followed was even deeper than before. They weren't just processing information. They were re-contextualizing our entire history together. My timely warnings. My impossibly effective plans. The "lucky breaks."

"So every move we've made…" Silas started, his voice a low, dangerous growl, "every fight… you've already seen how it plays out?"

"Hold on, Silas," I said, raising a hand. Before I could explain, a sharp, cutting gesture from him silenced me.

"No," he said, his gaze hard, not with anger, but with a fierce, sudden protectiveness. He wasn't looking at me, but at the shadows beyond our fire. "Don't. Don't say another word about it, Eren. To any of us."

"Silas…" Lucas began, but Silas cut him off.

"Think about it. Lucas, you were given an option to 'opt-out' of their System. Why? It's a filter. For everyone else, they installed their module. A module that, from the sounds of it, buries this kind of power so deep no one even knows it exists. This isn't just a secret. It's the secret. If a power like that is your ace in the hole," he locked his gaze onto mine, "then telling us the details isn't sharing a plan. It's handing us a live bomb. If they capture one of us and their modules have some way of… extracting information… I don't want the responsibility of knowing your greatest secret." He shook his head. "We trust you. That's enough."

Eliza nodded in sober agreement, her usual frantic curiosity tempered by a cold, hard dose of strategic reality. "He's right. A secret is only as strong as its weakest link. We've seen their technology. We have to assume they have methods we can't even imagine. From now on, our most powerful, unique abilities… they are black boxes."

It was a profound moment, a spontaneous decision born from the crucible of their own hard-won wisdom. We spent hours that night talking about the concept of soul abilities, hypothesizing about what might awaken them. By the end of it, Silas and Eliza showed no new section on their own status sheets. But a seed had been planted. They now knew there was a door, a hidden potential within them waiting to be unlocked.

The final month before our translocation was a blur of intense, final preparations. We continued our dungeon runs, our growth a constant motivation. However, now, the majority of our time was dedicated to synergy, strategy, and subterfuge. We operated under a simple, brutal assumption: from the moment we stepped into Akkadia, we would be under a microscope. Every action would be recorded, every ability logged and analyzed.

"So, what's the worst-case scenario?" Silas asked one evening as we sat in the Weald's main chamber, maps and charts spread before us. "What if they separate us? Interrogate us individually?"

"They will," Jeeves' calm, disembodied voice replied from a comm-unit Leoric had designed, his presence a ghostly, analytical third-party in our war council. "Standard Kyorian integration protocol involves psychological profiling and stress-testing of all high-potential assets. Your cover stories must be simple, consistent, and emotionally resonant."

"We keep it simple, then," Lucas stated firmly. "I am the leader of a fledgling settlement, here to secure a better future for my people. Eliza is our lead innovator, Silas our chief scout. Eren is our healer and a trusted advisor. Mavia is a mercenary we hired. Each story is true, from a certain point of view. Stick to that. Don't elaborate. Don't volunteer information." His leadership was a calming, simplifying force in a sea of complexity.

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Our lie was constructed with Leoric's artifacts. Eliza wore a bracer that would explain her 'overclocking'. Silas carried 'shadow-grenades' that mimicked his [Shadow-Meld]. Lucas had a runestone for his [Resonant Bastion]. My 'Ember-Core Gauntlets' were the centerpiece of my own misdirection. They looked impressive, and they explained my Armory of the Ashen Soul in a way a regular Kyorian quartermaster could understand and file away. It wasn't a god-like power; it was a rare and valuable artifact.

A week before our departure, Nyx returned. "The station is in a state of controlled, festive chaos," she reported. "Hundreds of competitors and spectators from across the entire sector are arriving daily. Humans, Dweorg, S'skarr… I've even seen a delegation of the Felir, a cat-like species from the south, their warriors moving with a grace that is both beautiful and unnerving." She paused. "Bastion's profile has been lowered. They are focused on processing the new arrivals. The 'Lion-Man' investigation has been re-categorized as a 'low-priority local mythological event'."

It was a small mercy. "The Conclave is being touted as the event of the year," Nyx continued. "A grand celebration of Imperial integration. Security will be immense. And Overseer Traichus Mac will be in attendance."

My gut tightened at the name. Our paths were finally going to cross, for real this time. "Thank you, Nyx," I said. "Return to Mavia's identity. We move out in two days." She gave a single nod and vanished.

On the last night, I did my final stat check before heading to the Nexus.

NAME: Eren Kai Stage: 2

CORE ATTRIBUTES: SOUL STRENGTH: S+ SOUL GATE INTEGRITY: Grade S

ESSENCE MANIFESTATION: BODY: 541 (Tier 5) MANA: 544 (Tier 5) SPIRIT: 557 (Tier 5)

SYSTEM SKILLS (8/10 Slots Available): [Domain of the Ashen Phoenix] (Mythic) [Prime Axiom's Nullifying Veil] (Mythic) [Phoenix Rebirth] (Legendary) [Predator's Gaze] (Epic) [Armory of the Ashen Soul] (Epic) [Mana Sovereign] (Epic) [Blink Echo] (Rare) [Shadow-Weave Stride] (Rare)

I was stronger than I had ever been. Strong enough, I hoped.

The next morning, we gathered in the heart of Bastion. A crowd had formed to see us off, their faces a mixture of pride, hope, and worry. It was a perfect, emotional, small-town send-off. A final reminder of what, and who, we were fighting for.

Our sanctioned translocation wasn't scheduled for the utilitarian pad at Nexus Delta-7, but at a more prestigious location: Sector Command Outpost Delta-7. This was a place not for grunts, but for officers and officials. We were ushered into a grand, vaulted hall, its ceiling a single, seamless dome of pearlescent material that showed a real-time, filtered image of the planet's orbit. In the center of the hall, dominating the space, was the Translocation Nexus. It was a massive, raised dais of gleaming white stone, encircled by a ring of twelve crystalline pylons, each one taller than two men, that hummed with a deep, sonorous power.

"Impressive, isn't it?" A smooth voice said from behind us. It was Amos, the Gauntlet Proctor, a wolf in finely tailored robes. He gestured at the Nexus. "This Nexus activates only once per Terran month, a direct, instantaneous link to the heart of the Empire on this world. A privilege reserved for the sector's elite." His gaze swept over the other awe-struck teams who had won writs. "Those who excel in the Conclave, those who prove their undying loyalty and worth, may one day be granted a perpetual transit pass. Imagine it. The ability to travel between your homes and the capital in the blink of an eye. To bring the wonders of the core of this world back to your people. This is the freedom the Empire offers to its most valuable assets. The freedom to serve, and to grow, without the tedious constraints of time and distance."

It was another one of his pretty speeches, another gilded bar on the cage. A perpetual pass sounded like freedom, but my Gaze could feel the truth in his aura. It was a leash, a way to keep their most promising new assets tied ever-tighter to the capital, to the core of their power structure.

Before we stepped onto the dais, Lucas and I had a final, quiet conversation via comms.

"Jeeves is on watch," I sent. "If any Kyorian forces make an aggressive move toward Bastion or the Weald, he has protocols. Rexxar is authorized to act as a final deterrent under the 'Roar of Providence' guise. He will cause enough chaos to allow for a full evacuation to your Sanctum."

"I've already designated a small group as the 'First Responders'," Lucas replied, his mental voice calm and steady. "Elder Borin and a few of my most trusted lieutenants. If the worst happens, they know the location of the Sanctum's entrance. The people will be safe."

"Good. Leoric will continue to supply Bastion with new tech through Eliza's workshop. The pipeline won't stop while we're gone."

"We've built something strong, Eren," Lucas affirmed, a deep sense of pride in his voice. "It will hold."

Our contingencies were in place. Our home was as safe as we could make it. Now, it was time to step into the lion's den. We walked onto the gleaming white dais, taking our place among the other champions. My heart was pounding. I was about to be dissolved, my very atoms scattered across the planet, to be reassembled in a city of gods and monsters. A city where, somewhere, my sister and grandfather might be. For the first time in a long time, the cold knot of grief in my gut was warmed by a tiny, fragile spark of hope. This was it.

The Kyorian technician gave a crisp nod. "Translocation sequence initiated. Akkadia awaits."

The twelve pylons flared. The humming intensified into a single, overwhelming chord. The world dissolved into a blinding, silent storm of pure, blue-white light.

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