White light swallowed the battlefield.
Sound vanished.
Wind vanished.
Pain vanished.
For one impossible second, Saksham stood inside pure silence.
Then—
A heartbeat echoed.
Not his own.
Ancient.
Heavy.
Like something sleeping beneath time itself.
The white world cracked like glass.
Reality returned.
CLANG!
The black knight's shadow blade had stopped inches from Saksham's forehead.
Held back by the giant iron blade in one hand.
Saksham himself stood motionless.
His breathing was calm.
Too calm.
Around his eyes, a black-and-white aura spiraled slowly like twin flames.
His pupils had changed.
One eye glowed silver-white.
The other darkened like a starless void.
Eltharos's expression sharpened.
"So... it's real."
The black knight attacked again.
Faster than before.
Three flawless strikes.
Saksham moved once.
Only once.
Yet every strike missed by a hair.
He stepped inside the knight's guard and tapped its chest with two fingers.
BOOM!
The armored figure flew across the plains, carving a canyon through the earth.
Saksham blinked.
The aura flickered.
"What... was that?"
Eltharos walked forward slowly.
"Instinct beyond training."
"Sight beyond sight."
Saksham looked at his hands.
"I can see everything."
He turned his head slightly.
Far mountains.
Wind flow.
Mana currents underground.
Even the weak point in the giant blade's balance.
It all felt obvious.
The black knight rose again.
Its armor cracked.
Shadow leaked from within.
Eltharos pointed.
"Use it before it fades."
The knight vanished.
This time Saksham smiled faintly.
"I know where you'll appear."
He turned left before the strike came.
Blocked.
Pivoted.
Countered.
The giant iron blade smashed downward.
The black knight raised its sword—
Too late.
CRAAAAASH!
The entire armored body shattered into black fragments.
Silence spread across the plains.
Then the strange aura around Saksham's eyes disappeared.
His knees buckled instantly.
He dropped to one knee, gasping.
Pain returned all at once.
Every bruise.
Every fracture.
Every wound.
"That part... I liked less."
Eltharos laughed deeply.
"Excellent."
He tossed Saksham another flask.
Saksham caught it.
"More liquid thunder?"
"No."
"Liquid bones."
Saksham stared.
"That sounds worse."
"It is."
At the Royal Academy, dawn had arrived.
Aryan Singla was running stairs with weighted bracelets and ankle chains.
Students watched from below in disbelief.
"He's on lap twenty!"
"No, twenty-eight!"
Aryan passed by shouting,
"If I collapse, drag me upward!"
Victor leaned against the wall nearby.
"He has spirit."
Elena crossed her arms.
"He has no sense."
Victor nodded.
"Also true."
Aryan reached the top, collapsed dramatically, then rolled onto his back.
"I hate greatness."
Elena stepped over him.
"Get up."
"I can't feel my ancestors."
"Good. Again."
Aryan groaned.
Far away in the War Realm, Saksham stood once more.
Fully bandaged.
Still exhausted.
Still ready.
Eltharos circled him like a commander inspecting a soldier.
"Those eyes are not from me."
"I know."
"Not from the other gods either."
Saksham frowned.
"Then what are they?"
Eltharos was silent for several seconds.
Then answered.
"Something older."
The wind itself seemed to pause.
Saksham's gaze sharpened.
"You know more."
"I know enough to be cautious."
The God of War pointed his spear at Saksham.
"You carry blessings."
"You carry talent."
"You carry will."
"Now it seems... you carry inheritance."
Saksham remembered the system message.
Unknown bloodline response detected.
His chest tightened slightly.
"My family knows nothing of this."
"Perhaps."
Eltharos smirked.
"Mortals rarely know what stands behind their blood."
Without warning, he thrust his spear.
Saksham barely dodged.
The spear tore a mountain in half behind him.
"Questions later," Eltharos said.
"Training now."
Back at the academy, first-year combat matches had begun.
Students gathered around the practice arena.
Roderic stood inside nervously.
Across from him—
Aryan.
Still sweating.
Still wearing weights.
The referee blinked.
"You're keeping those on?"
Aryan nodded.
"If I lose, I blame them."
Bell rang.
Roderic charged first with better control than before.
Aryan smiled.
Good.
He wanted that.
Wooden swords clashed rapidly.
Roderic was sharper.
More disciplined.
But Aryan was faster now.
He slipped past a downward slash and tapped Roderic's shoulder.
Point one.
Second exchange.
Roderic adapted, forcing Aryan backward.
Students cheered.
Then Aryan kicked off the wall, flipped over him, and tapped his back.
Point two.
Third exchange.
Roderic roared and unleashed full effort.
Aryan's eyes narrowed.
Lightning sparked faintly around his feet.
One burst step.
He vanished.
Appeared behind Roderic.
Tap.
Point three.
The crowd erupted.
Roderic dropped to one knee breathing hard.
Then looked up and laughed bitterly.
"You improve every hour?"
Aryan offered a hand.
"No."
"I just hate losing."
Roderic accepted it.
The first-year class had officially chosen its center.
Later that night, Orion summoned Elena and Victor privately.
They entered the hidden tower chamber.
The ancient seal now glowed brighter.
Hairline cracks widened daily.
Victor frowned.
"Tell us plainly."
Orion did.
"When the seal breaks... another god may arrive."
Elena exhaled slowly.
"That sounds like good news."
Orion's eyes darkened.
"Not all gods are allies."
Silence.
Victor's hand tightened on his sword.
"Then why allow the gate?"
"Because we may need even dangerous help."
Back in the War Realm—
Saksham was being thrown through the air again.
Eltharos had struck him with the flat of the spear.
He crashed, rolled, stood.
Again.
Strike.
Crash.
Stand.
Again.
After the fiftieth time, Saksham spat blood and glared.
"Do gods teach anything except violence?"
Eltharos thought seriously.
"No."
Then attacked again.
Hours later, Saksham lay flat on the ground.
Too tired to move.
Eltharos sat beside him.
"You adapted faster after the eye awakening."
Saksham stared at the red sky.
"It felt... natural."
"That is what concerns me."
Before Saksham could reply—
The horizon darkened unnaturally.
A black moon rose where no moon should be.
Even Eltharos stood at once.
His smile vanished completely.
"No."
The black moon split open.
From within it came a single laugh.
Cold.
Mocking.
Ancient.
Then a voice echoed across the entire realm.
"So this... is the child you chose?"
Saksham slowly sat up.
Eltharos gripped his spear.
"The enemy has found us."
END OF EPISODE 6