Novel Full Chapter 1208: Feng’s Path
Chapter 1208: Feng’s Path
She didn’t want to live like this anymore.
Not as a follower.
Not as someone else’s shadow.
Not as the girl who looked to Quinlan for direction and validation every step of the way.
She remembered her promise.
That day, when Quinlan had gently yet firmly turned her down, he told her she needed to find her own path.
She had vowed she would.
Yet here she was, still chasing after him like a lost puppy, waiting for scraps of attention, pretending that was enough.
“I really am a disappointment…” she whispered.
The watery reflection smiled faintly. Its eyes turned soft for the first time. “No,” it said, voice gentle.
“You’re a work in progress.”
The watery world convulsed violently around Feng.
Waves rose like screaming walls, surging violently. It was as if the reflection’s gentle words had detonated the entire ocean.
The voice echoed in her mind, no longer calm but otherworldly in how piercing, deeply resonating it was:
“What is it that you want, Feng Jiai?”
The question struck her like a thunderclap.
The waves towered over her, spilling downward like crushing mountains.
Feng was thrown against currents she could not predict, dragged beneath the churning, suffocating depths. Water filled her lungs, the pressure pinning her chest, every movement fought against by an unyielding tide.
But she clawed upward. Hand over hand, kick after kick, she fought against the flow. Her lungs burned, her arms ached, her mind screamed, and yet… a single thought fueled her:
“I want to be my own person!”
With a scream, she broke the surface.
The water smashed around her, but she no longer flailed blindly.
She swam into it.
She didn’t fight anymore; she merged.
Her body became one with the waves, her mind syncing with every eddy, swirl, and current.
The world suddenly inverted.
The sky above rippled like a deep ocean.
Then came an even bigger change: the water moved with her, not against her, every step deliberate, every motion carving paths through chaos.
She dove, plunging headfirst into the rolling sea, letting her momentum carry her.
The currents twisted violently around her, trying to resist, but her resolve solidified.
The water parted before her, bending around the path she chose.
Her hair streamed like black silk, her body slicing through the element, defying the natural flow.
She rolled, tumbled, and spun through torrents that would have shattered any ordinary mortal.
She leapt from beneath the waves, flipping midair with her head toward the ground, slicing through the water-sky like a comet.
Winds whipped and whirlpools formed beneath her, yet the tides now bent to her.
A smile formed on her lips.
Feng Jiai was excited.
She arched her back, stretched her arms out, and the currents bent beneath her fingers, obeying the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Each dive, each surge, each impossible maneuver pushed the limits of the world itself. But she persisted.
Finally, she rose above the greatest wave, hand lifted high. She paused, feeling the immense weight of the ocean’s will pressing against her.
Then, with deliberate command, she pressed forward.
“Stop,” she commanded the ocean.
Ice emerged from her fingertips.
The tides froze. The waves stilled, ripples suspended.
The ocean obeyed.
[Ding!]
[Trial of Reflection Conquered.]
[The flow no longer mimics.]
[Class Evolved: Tidebreaker.]
Feng closed her eyes, feeling the newfound mastery settle into her bones. She whispered:
“The tide will not ask for permission to flow ever again.”
…
Feng and Felicity awoke to the familiar surroundings they had left behind to enter the trials. The world felt solid again, grounded after the chaos and void of their trials.
Feng blinked, and for a moment, her crystal blue eyes stared back at her reflection in Quinlan’s curious eyes.
But the color was gone, replaced by something deeper, wilder.
Black as midnight swirled with streaks of silver, moving like currents, but in one eye, the currents moved clockwise while in the other, they traversed against the clock, reflecting her mastery over tides, currents, and all that defied order.
And before her mind’s eyes, lines of text were visible.
[Class: Gremlord of Chaos → Tidebreaker]
[Tidebreaker – Breaker of Currents, Arbiter of Flow]
[Once the Gremlord of Chaos, you have transcended mere manipulation of luck and randomness. The Tidebreaker does not yield to the flow of life. She takes control. She bends the currents to her will, breaking the expected and reshaping the inevitable.]
[The Tidebreaker does not rely on elemental mastery or brute force. Instead, she disrupts patterns, negates momentum, and overturns flows. Be it magic, movement, or chance itself. The world bends around her decisions, and no current, no spell, no sequence can resist her interference. To face her is to fight the very laws of expectation itself.]
[Where others swim with the tide, she decides its course. Where others follow flows, she fractures them. The Tidebreaker does not obey.]
[She dictates.]
Felicity felt the same subtle shift within herself as Feng had. Her once purple eyes had changed: the iris blackened, while the sclera turned a pale, silvery gray that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.
The path she had embraced in her trial now pulsed within her, a calm yet absolute force that resisted, neutralized, and silenced chaos wherever it touched.
A similar onslaught of messages welcomed her mind’s eye.
[Class: Wizard → Nullmage]
[Nullmage – Silencer of Forces, Arbiter of Stillness]
[Once a Wizard, a student of elemental creation, you have transcended creation itself. The Nullmage does not manipulate flows, probabilities, or currents. She negates them. She absorbs, cancels, and silences energy, motion, and magic wherever she touches.]
[Unlike those who bend or redirect, the Nullmage imposes absolute stillness. Spells falter in her presence, momentum stalls, and the chaotic energies of the world meet a barrier they cannot surpass. She is not a controller of events – she is the pause at their core, the silent force that exists between actions.]
Quinlan’s eyes gleamed at the sight of the two young girls.
“Well… would you look at that. I barely recognize you two.”
Felicity giggled merrily. “We passed!”
A voice suddenly cut through from the necklace she wore.
Alexios.
The moment he heard Felicity’s laughter, his tone shifted, returning to the one that was full of threats.
“What have you done to my daughter?”
“Me?”
Quinlan’s smile deepened.
“Nothing.”
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