Chương 4: Chapter 3: The Forgotten Prince

The awakening ceremony ended. Most students celebrated. Some boasted. Others planned their futures. Rayan walked home alone. The streets of Ayanor buzzed with excitement. People discussed the academy rankings. The strongest awakenings. The future elites. Nobody mentioned him. Just as usual. The prince without an Astra. The failure. The disappointment. Yet today felt different. Because something had changed. Inside his chest. The warm energy remained. Rayan entered a narrow training yar d behind the royal palace.

His personal refuge. A place nobody visited. The moment he arrived— He drew his wooden sword. Slowly. Carefully. Then he swung. Nothing happened. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Again. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. Frustration rose.

"Great." He sighed.

"Maybe I really am crazy." The moment those words left his mouth— The world slowed. Leaves froze. Wind stopped. A droplet of water hung motionless in the air. Rayan's eyes widened.

"What?" A voice answered.

"Dharma Sight". The Guardian. Again. Rayan nearly jumped.

"You can hear me?"

"I live inside your soul."

"Wonderful."

"Your sarcasm is unnecessary." The prince rolled his eyes. The Guardian continued.

"Observe." The frozen world shifted. Golden lines appeared everywhere. On the trees. On the ground. On the walls. Countless glowing paths.

"What are those?"

"Possibilities." Rayan stared. The lines moved. Changed. Split apart. Merged. Every action generated outcomes. Every movement created consequences. Every attack had weaknesses. Every defense had flaws. His heartbeat accelerated. This wasn't strength. This was something far more terrifying. Understanding. The Guardian spoke.

"The Dharma Astra does not grant power."

"It grants truth." The golden lines vanished. The world returned to normal. Rayan stood speechless. His hands trembled. For the first time... He realized how absurd this Astra truly was.