The next morning came.
The academy was quiet.
The sky was still dark from smoke.
Guards walked around with serious faces.
Students whispered in small groups.
Everyone was scared.
The monster attack was real.
And someone strong had saved them.
---
Eiden walked through the garden.
He looked normal.
But inside, he was thinking deeply.
He remembered the black letter from last night.
"We saw your blade."
Who sent it?
Why?
---
Sera ran up to him.
"Eiden!" she said with a bright smile.
"Are you okay? I didn't see you after the raid."
"I'm fine," Eiden said simply.
She walked beside him.
"Some students said they saw a shadow fighting the monster."
Eiden looked at the flowers.
"They must be imagining things."
Sera giggled.
"Maybe! But I think shadows can be cool too."
She skipped away.
---
In the headmaster's office—
A group of teachers stood in silence.
A map of the city was on the table.
Red marks showed the monster paths.
"This was no accident," the headmaster said.
"Monsters don't act like this."
One teacher nodded.
"And they were stronger than usual."
Another teacher added, "Someone helped stop them."
"Who?" the headmaster asked.
No one answered.
---
In the training hall, Kai stood alone.
He swung his sword again and again.
His body was tired.
But his mind was angry.
"Eiden Valtz…"
He remembered their duel.
And the strange way Eiden moved.
Too fast.
Too clean.
Like a master.
"I'll beat you," Kai said. "Just wait."
---
Elara watched him from the doorway.
She said nothing.
She held a notebook in her hand.
On one page was a drawing.
A symbol.
It was from the monster's body.
A black star with a crack through it.
She had seen it before—in an old book about lost magic.
---
That night, Eiden sat in his room.
He placed the burned letter on the table.
Only ashes were left.
He closed his eyes.
Someone knows about him.
Maybe even his past life.
He opened his hand.
Mana flowed.
It shaped into a small flame.
Blue. Silent.
Just like before.
But weaker.
Still…
He was not afraid.
---
Far away, in a hidden room—
The man in the black coat smiled.
He placed a new crystal on the table.
Inside it, Eiden's image appeared.
"He walks with no name," the man whispered.
"But the flame still burns."
He placed the crystal next to others.
Each one held a face.
A student.
A teacher.
A hunter.
"Let the Ghostblade grow."
"But not too fast."