Unmade Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Dawn breaks

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Vale walked down the silent hallway, his phone glowing faintly in his raised hand while the other carried a half-burned book at his side. Eskar’s flames had nearly reduced it to ash, the cover was charred and curling at the edges, but the pages inside had survived. It would have been an easy item to replace, Vale knew that well enough, but something about losing it would have bothered him more than he cared to admit. He followed the guiding system on his phone through the white, polished corridors. The night sky outside glimmered faintly through the tall windows, and for a brief moment the academy looked peaceful, far removed from the chaos of the gymnasium. But as he walked, Vale passed **that statue** again. The golden statue of Dagon. He stopped instinctively, turning his head rhythmically, almost cautiously. The sculpture stood tall in the center of the hall, its polished surface gleaming under the artificial lights. Vale had studied it earlier out of curiosity, but now, now something felt undeniably different. Wrong even. His eyes narrowed as a cold prickle ran along his spine. 'Something is off…' It wasn’t craftsmanship or style. It wasn’t the golden sheen or the imposing stance. It was something beneath all of that, something that felt strange. Vale closed his eyes, shutting out the physical world entirely. He stretched his senses outward, focusing on the subtle hum of energy that soaked everything around him. He had learned that every object, every living being, held this faint signature, this mysterious substance that Vale himself inherently lacked. And yet even without it, he could still perceive it. But this time, the statue hummed differently. There was a suppressed presence within the golden surface, faint yet unmistakable, like a deep breath held for centuries. Vale furrowed his brows, pushing deeper into concentration. 'What are you hiding…?' He extended a hand toward the statue. While he could not sense the movement of his own limbs, his body was invisible to this energy-based sense, he could still feel the physical sensation of air brushing against his fingertips as he drew closer. But the moment he neared the statue, the energy inside it… shifted. It flinched. No, it responded. It began to stir violently, swirling like a storm trapped beneath glass. Vale inhaled sharply. It was reacting to him, even though by all logic it shouldn’t. Nothing ever sensed him, not machines, not spirit energy, not even living shadows. He was an anomaly in that regard. And yet this energy reacted like it recognized him. 'Strange…' His fingertips brushed the cold golden surface. Instantly, The hidden energy shot forward. It surged like lightning, snapping outward and rushing straight into Vale’s hand. He jerked back as the energy stabbed through his skin, not painfully, but with an overwhelming sense of pressure, before vanishing inside him. He stumbled backward, breath hitching, heart hammering. A single bead of cold sweat slid down his cheek as he stared at his left hand. It looked perfectly normal. No glow. No change. No new presence of energy. He felt nothing different, nothing except the echo of what had just happened. “The energy went… into me,” Vale whispered shakily. “How?” He closed his eyes again, desperately trying to sense something, anything, but all he felt was emptiness. The same void where his energy should have been. His armor, yes, its familiar signature was still intact. The other items he carried, too. But nothing new. Nothing from the statue. He stood there for a long moment, trying to rationalize it, but every guess he formed collapsed into uncertainty. The event defied everything he understood about this world and himself. Eventually, he exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck as he forced his feet to move again. His thoughts lingered stubbornly on his left hand, on that brief sensation of contact, on the chaotic surge that had flooded into him. It had hidden itself again, gone silent. Dormant. But not e