A Will Sovereign Chapter 45: Chapter 45— Human Genesis world.

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-------- The ash-grey energy still lingered faintly around Soldret's body as he stood among the shattered remains of the boulder. His heart raced with uncontainable excitement. For the first time in months, a pure, unrestrained grin split his face. He felt lighter, stronger — more complete than he had ever been. "I did it…" he whispered, clenching and unclenching his fist. The Martial Force responded instantly, wrapping around his body like a second skin of living power. He couldn't wait any longer. Without wasting another second, Soldret shot forward. His legs, empowered by the newly awakened Martial Force, carried him across the branch peak at incredible speed. Trees and bamboo blurred past him in streaks of green and brown as he raced toward the main summit. The journey that once required careful navigation and hours of effort now took only a few minutes. He arrived at Zephyr's residence first, breathing calm and steady, almost as if he had expended no energy at all. Not only had his physical strength improved — his stamina and speed had surged dramatically with the use of his Martial Force. The faint ash-grey glow still surrounded him. But the residence was empty. No sign of Zephyr. Frowning slightly, Soldret turned and headed toward the large bamboo building where he usually found Bam and Medici — the main hall. At first glance, it didn't even look like bamboo. The structure was massive, grand, and seamless, with walls that seemed carved from a single piece of glowing ancient wood rather than individual stalks. It stretched endlessly in both directions, far larger than any normal building, radiating a quiet, timeless presence. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw them. Bam and Medici were sitting at a low table, deeply focused on a board game. Colorful stones that exuded faint essence and intricately carved pieces were scattered across the board. Zephyr sat a short distance away, quietly reading what seemed like an ancient scroll, its design unnecessarily grand. "Soldret?" Bam looked up first, his eyes widening at the faint ash-grey energy still flickering around the young disciple. "What's that glow around you? Don't tell me—" "I did it!" Soldret exclaimed, unable to hold back his joy. "I awakened my Martial Force!" Zephyr lowered his scroll, a warm and genuine smile appearing on his face. "You are really talented… truly. Even while hitting a stump in your cultivation, you still managed to reach the complete phase of the second step of the Martial Pathway in only…" Zephyr paused, starting to count the months Soldret had been training. Before he could finish, Medici cut in with a bright smile. "Almost ten months have passed since you started training here," she said. "And considering you began from the very beginning, building your foundation from scratch… not many people could compare to you." Soldret's face turned noticeably red with pride as he stood there, still riding the high of his breakthrough. But as the initial excitement settled, he suddenly remembered something important. "I still haven't told Master about this… I wonder where he is. I haven't seen him at all since I completed my Body Forging." The room fell quiet for a moment. Bam and Medici exchanged glances, suddenly realizing the same thing. Until Zephyr finally broke the silence. "Master left not long after that," Zephyr said calmly. "He was called to the Great Wall." Soldret blinked. "The Great Wall? Isn't that under the jurisdiction of the Aethal Guard Academy ?And what does Master have to do with it? Or is there a problem there?" Bam looked shocked at Soldret's reaction, then remembered that the boy was originally from the mundane world and still largely oblivious to how the greater world worked. "You don't really think the Aethal Guard Academy alone can handle the Fallens seeping into our world from the Dark Star Realm, do you?" Soldret stared at him, slightly confused. "Isn't that the case?" Medici briefly glanced at Zephyr as if blaming him for not