Leon leaned back slightly, letting the title hang in the air for a few heartbeats.
"Voidbreaker," he echoed. "That's a heavy crown."
Roselia looked toward him, concern flickering in her violet eyes. "Leon… if you take this on, there's no turning back. This isn't just a Tower challenge anymore. It's the fate of everything."
Milim, for once, was silent. Her usually energetic deanor subdued as she crossed her arms. "Fighting those… things?" she muttered, eyes narrowing at the projection of the invaders beyond the veil. "Even I felt a chill looking at them."
Naval let out a low whistle. "Well, that's one hell of a promotion. From elite climber to cosmic firewall."
Roman didn't say much, but his hand was resting on his blade, knuckles white. He understood the gravity—maybe more than anyone here. As soone who'd been reborn in undeath, the concept of corruption and unnatural forces likely struck deep.
Leon, anwhile, t the officer's gaze steadily. "So let ask this—what exactly do you want from , right now?"
The officer didn't hesitate.
"Training. Preparation. Awakening. You're strong, yes, but not yet awakened to the resonance of the Voidbreaker class. That title isn't sothing you simply take—it's sothing you beco."
He gestured toward one of the crystal tos, opening it with a whisper. A soft hum echoed out, and an ancient sigil of interlocking swords appeared, glowing faintly.
"This," he continued, "is the Legacy Protocol of the Voidbreaker. Hidden even from most of the Sacred Orders. It must be absorbed, not taught. It chooses if you're worthy."
Leon's eyes narrowed. "And if it doesn't choose ?"
"Then the choice is still yours. But the Legacy only responds to one thing—resolve. Not strength. Not potential. Resolve. The will to bear the burden of the cosmos… and remain standing."
Liliana finally spoke up, voice soft but resolute. "Leon… if you do this, we follow you. No matter what waits beyond the veil."
Roselia nodded. "To the end."
Roman grunted. "You'll need soone to raise the dead invaders, after all."
Milim grinned faintly. "Soone's gotta punch the stars for you."
Naval laughed. "And soone's gotta write your legend."
Leon finally smiled—a small, rare thing.
"Alright," he said, stepping forward toward the to. "Let's see if I'm truly ant to break the void."
He extended his hand.
The mont his fingers touched the to, the runes ignited in silver-blue light, the room trembling as if reality itself shivered. The crystal sphere pulsed violently, projecting visions none of them could truly comprehend—cosmic battles, fractured tilines, gods falling, stars bleeding. And in the center of it all… a figure cloaked in light and shadow, standing unmoved against the storm.
Leon stood still, eyes closed, body engulfed in the ethereal fla of the Legacy.
And in that instant—the Tower recognized him.
A deep, resonating voice whispered through the chamber, heard not with ears but in the very soul.
"He who walks unseen… who chooses not to rule, yet bears the strength to do so…
You have been seen.
You have been chosen.
Rise, Voidbreaker."
A flash of light, then silence.
Leon opened his eyes—brilliant silver now flickering beneath his irises.
And then he said, calmly—
"…Let's begin."
The mont Leon opened his eyes, the silence in the chamber felt… sacred.
But then sothing happened—sothing no one expected.
The air around him pulsed violently. The very floor beneath him cracked with radiant energy, as if the Tower itself was reacting to what was unfolding.
Suddenly, the silver flas dancing around him deepened into a shimring obsidian blue, and strange, ancient runes began spiraling around his body—symbols that didn't match any known magical language. They shimred across his skin, glowing briefly before etching themselves onto his soul.
The officer stood up so quickly his chair fell over. "W-What is this?! That's not standard Voidbreaker resonance! Those sigils—those aren't from our reality!"
Roselia and the others jumped back slightly as the temperature and gravity in the room shifted erratically. It felt like they were standing in two places at once—this room, and sowhere far beyond comprehension. Sowhere older.
The mory sphere cracked and shattered, unable to handle the feedback.
Then the system chid.
[Voidbreaker Class Acquired.]
[Analyzing Resonance Tier...]
[ERROR – Tier classification exceeded limit.]
[Assigning placeholder designation: ??? Rank.]
[Warning: Detected entity resonance matches Forbidden Alignnt Protocol – Activating Seal Layer One.]
[Override Failed.]
[Engraving Initiated.]
An ethereal pattern began to carve itself across Leon's back—an intricate mandala of swords, void eyes, and a massive gate with chains barely holding it shut. The lines burned like starlight but left no physical damage, only the mark—a living, pulsing symbol that watched.
The officer fell to one knee, stunned. "A ??? Rank… that's not even in the Tower's registry. There were only rumors. Legends."
Roman narrowed his eyes. "This isn't just power. This is sothing beyond classification."
Milim stared in awe. "He's not just a Voidbreaker now… he's a primordial version of it."
Liliana stepped closer. "Leon… are you still—"
"I'm fine," Leon said, his voice echoing with a second, deeper tone beneath it. He looked at his hands. "But sothing... woke up with this class."
The projection of the cosmos returned, now flickering with a new layer—a hidden realm behind the veil, a place marked only with the sigil now branded on Leon's back.
The officer, still kneeling, looked up. "Leon… that engraving. That's a gate. A Primordial Lock. So say it's tied to the first war between realms—sealed long before even the Tower existed. If it's chosen you…"
Leon glanced at the projection.
"…Then it's expecting to open it."
The entire group fell silent again.
But this ti, it wasn't fear. It was a mont of realization.
Leon wasn't just chosen.
He had beco sothing new.
A Voidbreaker bearing the ??? Rank, with a legacy tied to a forgotten war, and a lock whose key now burned within his soul.
And sowhere—across the edge of reality—sothing else had noticed.
At another corner of Reality where a massive number of Cosmos are now alingned and being sitting upn the throne of this vast number of Cosmaos opned his eyes as he gazed at the place where the Cosmos humd.
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