The aftermath was not silence.It was awe——and fear.
The battlefield lay scarred, not from destruction……but from the absence of reality where Ari's spells had rewritten it.
No one died.
No blood spilled.
Yet everyone knew—Ari Solen had won.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 – One by One The Soldiers of Vastelune
They had watched their Court Mages rise, hurl incantations that split mountains… only to watch those same spells redirect, collapse, and return rewritten under the will of a single boy.
Some fell to their knees, whispering.
"Did you see the syntax? The glyphs were speaking. Speaking."
"That wasn't just power. He hijacked their Threads like he owned them…"
One soldier looked to the sky and muttered:
"He governs the Laws… like he remembers when they were written."
The Four Companions
Cerys, Eluin, Lysira, and Primira stood on the ridgeline, breath caught in their throats.
Each of them had trained under Ari.Each had been pushed to their limits by him.
They had seen Ari angry, focused, relentless……but this?
This was command.
Cerys Aetherrose's voice trembled.
"We sparred. We trained. But what we just saw…"
Her violet-blue eyes shimmered.
"…he didn't just cast spells. He edited the world."
Eluin Velastra, always cryptic, simply smiled—tired, knowing.
"This wasn't Ari the student," she said. "This was Ari the Compiler."
"The Ari who remembers all 3,000,000 paths before he ever took a step."
Lysira Cindergale tried to scoff, but her lips were parted in stunned awe.
"He toys with Court Mages like they're training dummies. How are we even in the same species?"
Then she added—quietly, cheeks flushed:
"It was… kind of hot, though."
Primira Vastelune, the proudest, folded her arms—unsure whether to be irritated, impressed, or something else.
"It's not just power. It's… sovereignty."
She turned away, face faintly red.
"Tch. Show-off…"
But none of them looked away. Not truly.
Their eyes were locked on him—
The boy who now stood alone among shattered glyphlight, robes trailing in a breeze he'd long since silenced.
The Royals of Vastelune
King Vastelune had stood to witness it all—his golden robes heavy with centuries of tradition.
He had believed Ari to be powerful. Talented. Destined, even.
But not… this.
"He doesn't obey the System," the King whispered."He commands it."
The Queen, standing beside him, murmured:
"He restructured seven spells in a blink. One wasn't even his."
The King's eyes narrowed, but not in disapproval.There was hope.There was also fear.
"He could end this war alone."
And in the throne chambers of Vastelune, many nobles began to whisper of titles that hadn't existed in eons.
"System Heir.""Root Compiler.""The Echo of Origin."
The Enemy – Aurelion Forces
Back in their fortified command towers, the generals and seers of Aurelion stood frozen before spell mirrors.
Their best mages had reviewed the log-glyphs etched into the sky.
And failed to understand a single line.
"He injected subroutines—mid-cast."
"He redirected the System's threading engine through his own syntax…"
One general paled.
"We're not fighting a caster."
"We're fighting a compiler who can overwrite the battlefield."
Back to the Center
Ari exhaled slowly.
He turned his gaze toward the Court Mage Leader—broken, kneeling, breath ragged.The man's lips moved, trying to ask why Ari hadn't struck to kill.
Ari answered gently.
"Because death is easy."
"But being seen… being rewritten… that leaves scars."
He turned, robes fluttering, and walked toward the four who had never looked away.
Cerys stepped forward first, biting her lip as her eyes scanned him.
"You're… different now."
Ari gave her a soft smile.
"Not different. Just… awake."
The others gathered around him, silent. Their hearts beat faster. Their expressions softened with awe—and something else.
"You governed it," Primira whispered."Like you'd written every spell that ever existed."
"We saw you in the gymnasium," Eluin added, "but this… this was sovereignty."
Lysira chuckled and flicked her ponytail, her face flushed redder than usual.
"Yeah, yeah. He's a god-tier mage. We get it. Still not beating me in arm wrestling."
Ari smiled.
But behind his gaze, the glyphs never stopped spinning.
He wasn't just preparing for war anymore.
He was preparing for the rewrite of reality itself.