The ceremony started without him.
That was how he knew it was working. No one looked twice at Eloy Vance slipping into the courtyard at the back of the crowd, wristband under his sleeve, walking like soone who had no reason for anyone to find him interesting.
He’d rehearsed the walk in the hallway. Three steps, reset, three steps.
The courtyard looked nothing like it had twenty-four hours ago. Gold and blue banners hung between the parapets. The Awakening Stone sat on a raised dais at the center of the yard, the sa pale monolith he’d watched in cutscenes for three years, and it was larger in person in a way cutscenes never communicated.
Caldwell stood at the podium. Pale. Not nervous-pale. The color of a man who had checked every variable, found them satisfactory, and would still not fully exhale until this was done.
[IsoldeSimp47]: wait where’s arthur
[coldfront44]: eloy got him out but "out" is a complicated word right now
[nachtfalter]: the ceremony is going forward anyway. they’re probably pretending he’s ill
[LMAO_cat]: very normal no-body-no-cri situation
Eloy scanned the crowd. Isolde stood at the far edge of the noble bloc, alone in the sa way she was always alone: surrounded by people who had moved precisely far enough away to be deniable. She wasn’t watching Caldwell. She was watching Eloy.
He looked away first.
Maya was in the noble row, ivory fan open across her mouth, eyes half-lidded. She caught him looking and raised one finger off the fan handle. Barely. A hello that ant: rember our arrangent.
He rembered. Of course.
"The Grand Awakening," Caldwell said, voice carrying the distance of a man who had run this ceremony for a decade, "marks the official beginning of Phase Two. As is tradition, those of noble lineage will proceed first."
[br0kenctrl]: right, nobles first. class warfare speedrun
[x_DatingSimPro_x]: this is the part where eloy gets void or darkness and looks incredibly cool and isolde notices and blushes
[IsoldeSimp47]: that’s not how the awakening stone works
[x_DatingSimPro_x]: I believe in him
The first student approached the stone. Green light, clean and imdiate. Earth affinity. The crowd applauded with practiced warmth. Second student. Orange. Fire, minor. Louder applause. A noble house represented; the sound had money behind it.
Eloy counted the queue. Thirty-two nobles. Then commoners. He was near the back of the commoner list. Forty minutes, maybe.
He opened the HUD and checked HP. It was stable, solid sixty percent, rising gradually as the minutes passed. The seal on his forearm had killed the pain from the Corrupted Shadow Mark but done almost nothing for the underlying bleed.
Then Isolde’s na was called.
She walked up without adjusting her pace to the stairs. Touched the stone with one hand. The light ca blue-white, purplish around the center: her signature mana color. Lightning-shaped at the edges, reaching toward her palm and then pulling back.
The applause started late and stopped early. Isolde walked back to her position. Her expression had not changed by one degree.
Maya went four nas later. The fan clicked shut before she reached the stairs. Wind spiraled out of the stone and bent the nearest banner off its hook. Longer than most. The noble row erupted.
[MayaBestGirl98]: THAT’S MY GIRL
Maya descended, opened the fan, and did not look at Eloy.
The commoner queue moved. Blue. Orange. Green. Green. One student produced no color at all and was guided away by a proctor. The crowd went carefully quiet about that too.
[LMAO_cat]: chat what’s eloy’s elent. placing bets
[br0kenctrl]: wind or lightning, he’s been around both
[IsoldeSimp47]: he has ZERO elental tells. none. he’s never produced a single spark this entire ti
[ghostrunner_x]: the mugen-za leader said his mana foundation was empty
[coldfront44]: what if he just. doesn’t get one?
"Eloy Vance."
His feet moved before he decided. Habit. When the prompt appeared, you executed.
The dais was twelve steps. He counted them. The stone was taller up close, pale and faintly warm from forty-sothing preceding activations, its surface textured like compressed salt. Thin lines crossed it where previous awakenings had traced their light.
He stopped in front of it.
The suppression seal pressed against the inside of his sleeve. He’d asured the angle this morning: close enough to reach the stone without exposing the forearm. If it held, the Corrupted Shadow Mark stayed invisible.
He put both palms flat on the surface.
Cold. Then warm. Then the odd sensation of the stone reaching back, the sa way the Mugen-Za ritual site had pulled at the soil. The HUD flickered.
[ RESCHEDULED EVENT: THE GRAND AWAKENING ]
[ PARTICIPANT: ELOY VANCE ]
[ SCANNING... ]
[ghostrunner_x]: the scan is taking longer than the others
[IsoldeSimp47]: maya’s took two seconds. this is six
[ SCANNING... ]
[ UNREGISTERED MANA SIGNATURE DETECTED ]
[ CLASS: THE SPEEDRUNNER ]
[ INCOMPATIBLE WITH STANDARD ELENTAL FRAWORK ]
[ ATTEMPTING FORCED CLASSIFICATION... ]
The stone made a sound. Not a crack. A tone, flat and wrong, like a speaker that had dropped its signal mid-note. Eloy felt it travel from the stone through his palms.
[ FORCED CLASSIFICATION: FAILED ]
[ FATAL ERROR ]
The light that ca out was not a color, at least not a usual one.
It ca in fragnts. A fissure split the stone’s face from his left palm to his right. A second branched upward. The light bleeding from those cracks bent at angles light didn’t bend, cycling through shades with no elental category: red bleeding into pixelated blue, a green that pulsed like a loading bar, a stripe of black with no business existing inside a beam of light.
The sound the crowd made was not applause.
Eloy pulled his hands back. The cracks stayed open. The light kept moving, directionless, spilling off the dais in broken fragnts that scattered across the courtyard stones and winked out.
He turned around.
Two hundred people. Caldwell, one hand on the podium, the color gone from his face. Maya, fan on the ground where it had fallen. Isolde, the only one not moving, watching him with her usual expression.
[IsoldeSimp47]: WHAT WAS THAT COLOR
[nachtfalter]: that wasn’t an elent. eloy THAT IS NOT AN ELENT
[wo1flion]: THE STONE IS STILL CRACKING
[coldfront44]: I SAW "FATAL ERROR" IN HIS HUD
[IsoldeSimp47]: WHAT DOES THAT AN
[PraiseTheSun]: sick as hell
The fissure branched again. Nobody in the courtyard spoke. The birds that had been in the eaves were gone, fled in the mont of the tone, and what remained was only the sound of stone separating from stone at a pace too slow to be an explosion and too deliberate to be an accident.
The stone kept cracking, piece by piece.
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