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Chapter 10 – The Blade Behind the Mask
The desert greeted him with silence and sunfire.
Heat rolled across the sand like a living beast, distorting the horizon into waves of illusions. Klaus adjusted the cowl of his cloak and stepped forward, boots crunching against fine, sun-bleached grit. His breath was slow, measured—an echo of discipline rather than necessity. The in-game stamina bar ticked down with each step, but he didn't slow.
[You have entered the Ardent Waste]
[Caution: Environmental heat may reduce durability of non-reinforced gear]
He smirked. A subtle mechanic most players ignored, but not him. His boots were custom-forged with heat-resistant plating; his cloak was lined with silver-threaded cooling fibers. Every inch of his gear was built not just for war, but for survivability in hostile environments.
The message flashed again.
[Memory Fragment 3 – Temple of Echoes: 2.4 km southeast]
He glanced at the minimap, where no structure was marked—only a slight dip in terrain, invisible to ordinary sight. The entrance to the Temple was buried beneath the dunes, sealed behind ancient code. A place untouched, perhaps even unknown, in his previous life.
'That alone changes everything,' Klaus thought.
The whisper of possibility slithered through his mind. A new variable. A door that hadn't existed before.
A chance to widen the lead.
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An hour passed. Then two. The sun burned on, unrelenting. But Klaus's stride never faltered. His eyes stayed alert, scanning the patterns of the sand, the wind's trail, and the shifting dunes.
Then he saw it: a glint—too sharp, too deliberate. He veered off course slightly, descending into a hollow between dunes. There, half-buried in sand, lay a weathered stone obelisk etched with runes long erased by time.
As he brushed the surface clean, a system message chimed:
[Hidden Landmark Discovered: Voice of the Forgotten]
[Oath Resonance Detected: You possess 2 Memory Fragments]
The obelisk pulsed softly. Sand around it began to shift, revealing a staircase spiraling downward into shadow.
Klaus drew his blade—Dawn's Spine, the sword he'd forged himself—and stepped into the depths.
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The Temple of Echoes was unlike any dungeon he'd explored before.
There were no mobs. No traps. Only silence.
The walls were etched with ancient promises—sworn by kings, scribes, warriors, and thieves. Each line of runes shimmered faintly, as if the temple itself remembered every word ever spoken within its halls.
He passed through chamber after chamber, collecting fragments of long-lost oaths. Bits of lore, whispers of alliances, echoes of betrayal.
Then he entered a great circular hall where the air hummed with invisible pressure.
A lone figure waited at its center, blade drawn.
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Her armor gleamed in the dim light, silver and white with deep blue inlays. Her golden hair was tied back in a tight braid, and the cloak at her shoulders bore the insignia of Celestial Fang—a sigil of twin wings crossed by a blade.
And her eyes—one emerald, one sky blue—locked onto him the moment he entered.
Victoria.
So, the rumors were true.
She had come here, ahead of schedule. This temple wasn't on the public map. She hadn't stumbled upon it. She had been led here—by what, or who, Klaus could not yet guess.
She tilted her head, expression unreadable.
"You've grown bold," she said, voice calm but edged. "Slipping through guild networks. Bypassing the auction monitors. Tearing through low-level monopolies like they're made of paper."
Klaus smiled faintly. "Just a quiet merchant, trying to survive."
"You're a liar," she said, stepping forward. "And I don't know your endgame… but I know when I'm watching a ghost of the past crawl out of its grave."
He didn't reply. Silence was a weapon too.
She stopped just outside striking distance. "I've seen your handiwork, One. The potions laced with cooldown modifiers. The cloaks that hide system IDs. The map distortions. No one below Platinum clearance should even know how to alter system overlays."
"And yet here we are," he said simply.
"Here we are," she echoed. Then her expression shifted—curious, almost... tired. "I thought I knew every power player. Every shadow broker. But you… You're new."
He took a slow step closer. "Or I've just changed masks."
For a long moment, the tension held—two legendary forces, blades at their sides, standing in a temple of broken promises. Neither moved. Neither blinked.
Then she said, "What are you looking for, really?"
Klaus didn't answer immediately. The truth was heavy, tangled with centuries of code and pain and betrayal he couldn't voice. Not here. Not yet.
So he lied. Lightly. Artfully.
"A forgotten promise."
Victoria's gaze flickered—perhaps amusement, perhaps recognition. She lowered her sword slightly. "Then you've come to the right place. This temple feeds on them."
[Oath Synergy Detected: Cross-Resonance Event Available]
[Would you like to initiate a Duel of Intent with: Victoria?]
Klaus hesitated.
A Duel of Intent wasn't a PvP match. It was a system-forged ritual—an exchange of philosophies, ambitions, and will. A clash not just of blades, but of who each combatant was. The winner didn't always walk away stronger, but they always walked away… changed.
He accepted.
[Duel Initiated – Sync: 0% → 100%]
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Time slowed.
Reality bent.
They stood in a dreamscape forged from memory and metaphor—towering mountains of ambition, seas of bloodshed, forests of forgotten alliances.
Victoria appeared first, standing atop a cliff of steel, blade glowing. "I was forged for victory. I walked over corpses to keep my word."
Klaus appeared on a mirrored field, surrounded by ghostly versions of himself—each wearing a different mask. "I learned that survival isn't victory. It's preparation."
Their weapons clashed in sparks of color and sound, the battlefield reshaping with every blow. Their thoughts, memories, regrets—all bled into the scene.
She saw a vision of Klaus standing in the ruins of his former guild, eyes empty, hands bloodied.
He saw her offering her sword to a dying comrade, eyes filled with guilt.
Blade met blade.
Will met will.
And when the clash ended, the world unraveled into silence.
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They stood once more in the Temple, real-time restored. Both were winded, but neither broken.
[Duel of Intent: Concluded]
[Result: Draw]
[Mutual Insight Acquired – Passive Effect: Echo Synchronization Lv.1]
Victoria was the first to speak. "You're not just a mask. You're a knife hidden inside it."
Klaus nodded. "And you're a sword looking for something worth protecting."
She narrowed her eyes but didn't argue.
Then, without ceremony, she turned and walked past him. "The next fragment lies deeper. But it won't be easy. The final guardian of this temple was once a system admin."
Klaus raised a brow. "NPC?"
She glanced back. "Worse. Player-turned-code. The system kept his soul. It's... twisted."
A long pause.
"I don't like allies," she said, looking forward again. "But if we're both chasing the same ghost—don't slow me down."
He didn't smile. Not exactly. But the weight in his chest shifted.
'Not allies,' he thought. 'But perhaps... parallel swords for now.'
He followed her into the deep, where forgotten oaths still waited to be unearthed.
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