Ascension Gates: Ris Chapter 87: The Semi-Final — The Turning Current (Part 3)

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: The Semi-Final — The Turning Current (Part 3)

The rhythm of the battle had settled into sothing that, at first glance, seed almost predictable. It was not chaos, nor was it a display of overwhelming dominance from one side. Instead, it had taken on a far more deceptive form, one that concealed its true nature beneath a surface of controlled imbalance.

To the audience watching from the stands, the flow of the fight appeared clear and unquestionable. Valen continued to press forward with unwavering precision, while Aether seed to hold his ground, retreating just enough to avoid being overwheld. Every exchange reinforced that perception. Every clash, every step, every reaction seed to support the idea that Aether was gradually being pushed back.

And yet, that perception—though convincing—was entirely misleading.

Aether exhaled slowly as he stepped back once more, his boots sliding across the reinforced surface of the arena. The faint scraping sound echoed softly beneath the weight of the ongoing battle. Beside him, the Fla Sovereign Pup mirrored his movent perfectly, its claws carving thin lines into the stone as it stabilized itself with practiced control.

Outwardly, nothing appeared different from before. His posture remained steady, his breathing even, and his gaze calm. To anyone observing, he seed to be maintaining a defensive stance, carefully avoiding being cornered by Valen’s relentless pressure.

But within his mind, everything had changed.

"You have gathered enough information now," the calm voice within him said, its tone asured and certain. "Continuing at this pace will not provide you with any additional advantage. The pattern is already clear."

Aether did not respond imdiately. His eyes remained fixed on Valen, tracking every subtle movent, every shift in stance, every alignnt between the man and his silver wolf.

After a brief mont, he replied quietly, "Yes, I have seen enough."

There was no hesitation in his voice, no uncertainty. The truth was simple.

Up until this point, the battle had never truly been about winning.

It had been about understanding.

From the very beginning, Aether had chosen not to confront Valen head-on. Instead, he had allowed himself to be drawn into a controlled retreat, carefully observing the rhythm beneath Valen’s flawless execution. Every exchange had been deliberate, every step asured, every slight delay intentional.

He had not been falling behind.

He had been studying.

And now, that phase was complete.

Valen moved again, just as he had countless tis before. There was no hesitation, no wasted motion, no unnecessary adjustnt. The silver wolf lunged forward with perfect timing, its claws tracing a precise arc aid directly at the Fla Sovereign Pup’s flank.

At the sa mont, Valen stepped in alongside his beast, his movent seamlessly aligned with the attack. It was not simply coordination—it was synchronization so refined that it appeared as though both acted with a single will.

Two attacks. Two angles. One intent.

Perfection.

Aether reacted.

But this ti, his response was not the sa as before.

Instead of stepping back to absorb the pressure, he shifted slightly to the side. The movent was small, almost imperceptible, but it carried a deliberate intent that had not been present in his earlier actions.

The Fla Sovereign Pup followed imdiately, its body adjusting in perfect harmony with Aether’s shift.

When the silver wolf’s claws ca down, the Pup did not block the attack directly. Instead, it t the strike at an angle, redirecting the force rather than opposing it head-on.

The deflection was subtle.

Barely noticeable.

But its effect was undeniable.

The silver wolf’s attack veered off its intended path, its follow-up sequence disrupted just enough to create a break in its otherwise flawless rhythm.

For the first ti since the battle had begun—

Valen’s sequence faltered.

Valen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he registered the change. His expression remained composed, but there was a shift in his focus, a deeper level of attention now directed toward Aether.

"You changed your timing," he said, his voice calm but more deliberate than before. "Until now, your responses have followed a consistent defensive pattern. This deviation is intentional."

Aether did not answer imdiately. He adjusted his stance slightly, his weight shifting forward just a fraction, his posture no longer purely defensive.

"That depends on how you choose to interpret it," Aether replied at last, his tone steady. "Perhaps I simply made a mistake. Or perhaps you are only now noticing sothing that was always there."

Valen studied him in silence for a brief mont. Then, without another word, he moved again.

The silver wolf attacked once more, faster than before, its claws cutting through the air with even greater precision. The pressure increased instantly, the intensity of the exchange rising to a higher level.

But this ti—

Aether did not retreat.

Instead, he stepped forward.

The shift was subtle, but its impact was imdiate. The Fla Sovereign Pup surged alongside him, its flas tightening around its limbs, condensing into a focused, controlled aura that enhanced its movents without excess.

When the next clash occurred, the sound rang out sharply across the arena.

Claw t claw.

But unlike before, Aether did not give ground.

He held his position.

The difference was slight, almost imperceptible to an untrained eye. But to those paying close attention, it was unmistakable.

Sothing had changed.

In the stands, the audience began to murmur.

"Did he just stop moving back?"

"That exchange... it looked different."

"Wait... was that a counter?"

The uncertainty began to spread, replacing the earlier confidence in Valen’s apparent dominance.

Aether moved again, his steps precise and controlled. He was not faster than before, nor was he using more force. But his movents now aligned with Valen’s in a different way.

He was no longer reacting.

He was intercepting.

Every action Valen took was t at the exact mont it began, not after it had already ford. The flow of the battle shifted subtly, the rhythm no longer dictated entirely by Valen.

"You have identified the underlying pattern," the voice within Aether said. "His perfection is not without structure. And structure, once understood, can be disrupted."

Aether’s gaze sharpened slightly. "Perfection creates repetition. Repetition creates predictability."

"And predictability," the voice replied, "creates opportunity."

Valen stepped back.

It was only a single step.

But it carried weight.

Because until this mont, he had never needed to.

"...So this was your intention from the beginning," Valen said, his voice quieter now, more focused. "You allowed yourself to appear pressured in order to observe the full extent of my control."

Aether t his gaze calmly. "If I had rushed forward without understanding you, the result would have been aningless."

A brief silence passed between them.

Then Valen spoke again, his tone unchanged but carrying a deeper edge.

"You chose patience over certainty," he said. "That is not a common decision in a battle of this level."

Aether nodded slightly. "And you chose consistency over unpredictability. That is not a common weakness either."

For the first ti, there was a faint shift in Valen’s expression.

Not frustration.

Not anger.

But recognition.

"You hid it well," Valen admitted.

"There was no need to show it early," Aether replied.

The atmosphere between them changed.

The earlier imbalance, the illusion of one-sided pressure, began to dissolve. In its place, sothing new erged—a confrontation between two individuals who now fully understood each other’s capabilities.

The silver wolf adjusted its stance.

Its posture lowered slightly, its presence becoming denser, more focused. The air around it seed to grow heavier, as though the very space itself was responding to the shift in its intent.

"You have forced him to adapt," the voice within Aether said. "This is no longer a test of observation. This is the beginning of the real engagent."

Aether nodded faintly. "That was always the goal."

Valen stepped forward once more.

But this ti, there was a difference.

The precision remained.

The control remained.

But beneath it, sothing deeper began to surface.

A new layer.

A hidden edge.

"If you believe you have understood everything about ," Valen said quietly, his gaze locked onto Aether, "then you should be able to handle what cos next."

Aether’s expression did not change, but his focus sharpened.

"I never said I understood everything," he replied. "I only said I understood enough."

The silver wolf moved.

Faster.

Sharper.

More refined than before.

But now—

Aether moved with it.

Not behind.

Not after.

But alongside.

The next exchange erupted with a force that far surpassed the earlier clashes, the impact sending a shockwave through the arena as both sides collided with equal intent.

And for the first ti since the battle had begun—

There was no longer any illusion of imbalance.

Only a true contest.

Between equals.

And as the current of the battle shifted once more, both Aether and Valen understood the sa thing.

This fight—

Had finally begun.

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Guys you can comnt on upcoming Chapters till 100th Chapter, which type of beasts you want to choose for Aether for his 3 slot.

Also i was lately busy because of office works also couldn’t find ti to complete Chapters, these are already written Chapters i set them untill 100th Chapters. If you have any questions you comnt them i will try to answer them when i am free.