Selene stood before the class, wrapped in the ancient silence of one who watches time flow.
But now, something had changed—her eyes burned with a new light, deeper, more intense.
As if beneath her calm surface, a beacon pierced through cosmic mists.
"The final stage of a mortal journey…" Her voice filled the room without rising.
"It is when you do not merely observe the paths of creation — you become them."
She raised her hand.
The tree she had summoned from the vital streams—magnificent, alive, sentient—began to dissolve.
Not violently, but beautifully. Organically. Ceremoniously.
Each golden particle floating toward the ceiling carried a story, a memory, a fulfilled purpose.
"You will learn that undoing is as vital as creating. Every cycle, every form, has its time to exist… and its time to return."
Particles danced upward.
Some touched the ceiling like prayers returning to the heavens.
Others vanished mid-flight—missions complete.
"This is true power at its peak: not imposing your will on the world, but knowing when to let go."
Selene turned.
Her steps moved in timeless harmony.
Stopping between desks, reverence and unease swelled in every heart.
All were called to look within.
"Cultivation is not conquest," she said, touching her chest.
"It is revelation. You shape not just the world, but yourselves. True mastery begins here."
She approached a meditating disciple, laying her hand on the girl's shoulder as if touching a sacred leaf.
The girl trembled—as if something forgotten inside her had awakened.
"You believe power is Ether. Technique. Transformation. But true power… is clarity. Balanced emotions. An unbreakable spirit. Deep self-knowledge."
Her words fell like cosmic seeds—meant not to be grasped immediately, but to grow with time, practice, and pain.
"The path of ascension spans a thousand lifetimes. What you plant now, you harvest for all eternity."
Later, Selene walked through Eryndor's halls.
The architecture vibrated with her presence.
Sunlight streamed through crystal-adorned windows, painting living mosaics on white marble.
Distant enchanted fountains whispered their murmurs alongside dimensional layers' soft sighs.
Reality itself breathed there.
Her steps carried purpose, not haste.
Each was an unspoken thought:
How do you teach the infinite to finite minds?
How do you share the incomprehensible without breaking a student's soul?
How do you preserve innocence while revealing truth?
Students and masters bowed—not out of empty formality, but deep recognition.
Not just respect… but belonging.
In the dining hall, Selene sat among the disciples as if among flowers.
No ceremony—every formality had vanished.
Those near her breathed easier.
She spoke little.
She listened.
In silence, she heard more than words:
Pauses heavy with fear, smiles masking doubts.
Patient eyes catching unspoken questions.
Subtle gestures welcoming dreams even the dreamers did not yet understand.
There, between bread, tea, and unanswered wonders, she taught more than in any lecture.
No theory—just humanity.
Here—more than on any battlefield—she truly cultivated disciples.
『Character Profile』
Name: Selene Aetheris Vitalia
Title: Empress of Infinite Life
Age: 850 trillion years
Cultivation: Transcendent
Lineage: Primordial Life
Immortal Spiritual Root: Eternal Source of Creation
Soul: Divine Soul of Life's Origin
Daos: Creation and Life
Key Trait: Absolute perception of existence cycles
Presence: Breathes life into spaces
Alignment: Cosmic Neutrality
Meanwhile…
The morning breeze kissed the treetops east of Eryndor.
There, the sky seemed wider—clouds sliding like wisdom unfolding.
In a sacred garden where mystical flowers whispered secrets to the wind, young disciples sat silently.
A semicircle faced Zarator Silvânio.
His steps on the enchanted grass were silent, but the earth itself bowed to his wisdom.
The old alchemist halted.
Symbols embroidered in silver gleamed on his blue robes—the weight of ages woven into his cloth.
His eyes held no time, only essence.
"Alchemy," his voice echoed like tamed thunder,
"is not about metals or elixirs."
The wind stilled.
Birds hushed.
The garden listened.
"It is the art of transforming the spirit."
The silence that followed was full of thoughts yet unformed.
"All existence—stone, thought, emotion—flows. Alchemy realigns these flows. Inside ↔ outside."
He knelt, palm on the ground.
The grass shimmered under his touch.
Blue sparks leapt like blessings before vanishing.
"But before reshaping the world… reshape yourselves."
A slender boy raised his hand reverently.
"Master… is it true mental energy awakens at ten years old?"
Zarathor's gaze answered—an ageless look piercing through eras.
"'Awakening' is simply realizing what has always been there. Refinement begins at birth. Every breath, every feeling—ingredients. The soul cooks eternally."
A bold disciple leaned forward.
"Where do we start?"
Zarathor moved to the circle's center, sitting as if the grass welcomed him.
"With silence. Silence the world. Your mind. Your desires. Then—breathe intentionally. Meditate with living crystals, not dead stones. Feel them as allies."
He raised his hand.
A translucent blue flame flickered above his palm—not fire, but memory made manifest.
"This flame does not burn. It reveals."
Young eyes fixed on its dance.
It was not a show of power… but a revealed path.
"Alchemy begins here," he touched his chest.
"Where what you are meets what you could be."
The disciples remained still—eyes closed, hands resting on shards of organic crystal.
The sacred grass pulsed beneath them, synced with their heartbeats.
Zarator walked among them, murmuring like a summer breeze:
"Feel your impurities. Do not destroy them—refine them."
"See your fears. Do not reject them—transmute them into vision."
"Every doubt holds alchemy—if you listen."
Some wept silently. Others smiled.
Each touched a hidden part of themselves.
Zarator watched.
He taught.
Just as time teaches mountains to rise from stones.
At dusk, he sat alone.
The blue flame still floated above his palm, now swirling with illegible symbols—meant only for those who had touched their own core.
He closed his eyes.
"The more I teach, the more I learn.
Each awakened disciple is a star lit in eternity's sky.
And I… am but the alchemist of time."
『Character Profile』
Name: Zarathor Silvanius
Title: Supreme Arcane Alchemist
Age: 950 trillion years
Cultivation: Transcendent
Physique: Eternal Elixir Body
Divine Eyes: Absolute Perception
Soul: Divine Soul of Transmutation
Spiritual Root: Root of Creation
Daos: Alchemy, Mind, Creation
Key Trait: Absolute perception of cycles
Presence: Calms all around
Alignment: Cosmic Neutrality