Executioner's League-Chapter 89: The Location of Last Hope!

The next morning arrived

with a crisp wind blowing over the training grounds. Kyrin and Blaze were

already deep into their drills, sweat glistening on their brows as they pushed

their limits. Kyrin's resonance pulsed with heightened clarity—sharper, faster,

and more synchronized with his flux than ever before.

Rin entered the arena with

his usual cool demeanor. "Good morning," he said, his voice steady and

confident.

Kyrin, panting between

breaths, turned to him. "You in the mood for a quick spar?"

Rin raised an eyebrow,

then smirked. "Sure. Why not."

"I'll be the ref," Blaze

chimed in, stretching as he stepped back to give them space.

With a nod, both warriors

stepped into the arena. The moment Blaze gave the signal; Rin vanished from

sight.

Kyrin didn't flinch.

"Effective... unless it's a trick."

In one swift motion, Kyrin

drew his newly modified handgun and fired a bullet infused with flux. The round

zipped through the air, shimmering with a violet aura. Just before it struck, a

flicker of light revealed Rin reappearing—deflecting the bullet mid-air with a

sleek katana.

"How'd you track me?" Rin

asked, narrowing his eyes.

Kyrin grinned. "These

bullets aren't ordinary. They're coded to trace flux signatures. Yours emits a

very unique wavelength."

Rin gave a brief nod of

approval. "Interesting. But let's see how you handle this."

He shifted his stance, and

in a blur of movement, Rin surged forward with inhuman speed. His steps

distorted the air; each motion laced with precision. Kyrin's visor activated

instantly, highlighting Rin's position. He sidestepped just in time, rotating

on his heel and firing another shot directly at Rin's core.

"You can't dodge this,"

Kyrin said with certainty. "I've calculated your teleportation speed. There's

not enough time for you to react."

But to his shock, Rin

didn't evade.

Instead, Rin raised his

katana and, in one swift arc, sliced the incoming energy bullet cleanly in

half. The halves sizzled as they dissolved mid-air.

Kyrin's eyes widened.

"Th...There's no way. That shouldn't be possible."

"You're not the only one

who's evolved," Rin said calmly. "Let's end this properly."

Kyrin's gun retracted with

a mechanical shift and transformed into a saber hilt. A crystalline blade of

pure flux erupted from it, glowing with radiant energy.

"Let's see what you've

really got," Kyrin replied, lunging forward.

Rin charged at the same

time, blade in hand.

The two clashed mid-arena,

their weapons striking with a force that sent shockwaves rippling across the

ground. The sheer power of their blows caused a cliff-like structure behind

them to fracture and collapse, dust filling the air.

Both were knocked back,

sliding across the floor before steadying themselves on one knee. Their breaths

were heavy but controlled.

Rin stood first. "That's

enough for today."

Kyrin exhaled and gave a

nod. "Yeah. Agreed."

A slow clap echoed through

the arena.

From the upper walkway,

Shaeryn descended with a faint smile. "Impressive, Kyrin. You've come a long

way. Your mastery of hybrid combat and flux manipulation in such a short span

is... remarkable."

Kyrin straightened, pride

flickering across his face. "Thank you, Sir Shaeryn. It's an honor to receive

that from you."

"You've earned it,"

Shaeryn said. "Both of you. Now, go get cleaned up. I want you all in the

projector room in twenty minutes."

With that, Shaeryn turned

and left the arena.

Blaze walked over, rubbing

the back of his neck. "What do you think this is about?"

Rin sheathed his blade,

his gaze thoughtful. "Not sure. But if Sir Shaeryn's calling a meeting like

this... it's probably important."

"Definitely feels like

something big is coming," Kyrin added.

Without another word, the

three headed toward the dorms, the scent of ozone still lingering in the air

from their clash.

The battle may have ended,

but something heavier loomed ahead. Something none of them could yet see—but

all were preparing for.

The team gathered in the

projector room, the air thick with anticipation. The lights dimmed as a large

digital map flickered to life—an intricate schematic of Lumina Spire. Glowing

nodes marked the locations of various tech hubs, all under the control of

Celestial Mirage Co.

Shaeryn stood at the

center, his expression focused. "These," he began, pointing at the clusters of

light, "are every operational and abandoned tech hub in Lumina Spire. Most of

them were once part of our core network—before Segrito's forces took control."

He shifted the projection,

zooming in on a specific sector. "Our priority now is finding Aureva. She's the

last hope of stopping this project. If we can locate her, we have a chance at

ending Segrito's growing dominance and Jacob Bethelle's reign."

Rin stepped forward, eyes

narrowing on the map. "So, our objective is to track her location?"

Shaeryn nodded. "Yes. You

and Kyrin will be leading the effort. But there's a catch—we don't have a

direct link to her current whereabouts."

"We'll need something,"

Rin said. "A trans-communicator she used. Or at least a personal device with a

communication code."

Kyrin chimed in, his voice

calm but sharp. "Not necessarily. If we have any object that shares a flux

signature with her—something she powered or created—we might be able to

reverse-trace the energy pattern, provided she's using similar flux devices."

Shaeryn reached behind the

console and handed a small blade to Kyrin. "This belonged to her. It's powered

by her custom flux variant. Use it wisely."

Kyrin handed the blade to

Rin. "We'll use this to track the flux. If she has any active tech broadcasting

on that signature, we'll find it."

Rin took the blade and

connected it to his portable flux analyzer. "Then let's get to work."

Both Rin and Kyrin

activated their tech. The devices pulsed faintly with energy as they scanned

for matching frequencies across Lumina Spire. A soft hum filled the room as

data began streaming across the screens. Within minutes, the analysis was

complete—but the results were far from ideal.

Rin frowned. "It's showing

all the tech hub locations. Every single one of them is flagged with matching

flux traces."

Blaze, who had been

silently observing from the corner, stepped forward. "That's not good. Either

she's everywhere—or she's masking her location."

Kyrin stared at the

screen, deep in thought. "She's not a Vanguard anymore. She has a bounty on her

head. To survive, she's probably rerouted her communications through all the

abandoned tech hubs. She's using old network protocols, bouncing signals around

to avoid being traced."

Shaeryn exhaled, a mixture

of frustration and admiration in his tone. "Smart. Risky, but smart."

Blaze crossed his arms.

"That leaves us with only one real option."

Rin glanced at him.

"You're thinking we search every tech hub manually?"

Blaze nodded. "One by one.

It'll be time-consuming, but if she's hiding somewhere in the network, that's

the only way we'll flush her out."

Rin nodded. "Then we have

no time to waste."

Kyrin added, "Once we

narrow it down to a few possible hubs, I have a plan to isolate her exact

position."

Shaeryn turned to all

three. "This mission won't be easy. But if you succeed, it will be a turning

point in this war. Find her—before Segrito does."

Rin slid the blade into

his belt. "Understood. We'll bring her back."

The team left the

projector room without another word. A new operation had begun—one that would

test their resolve and lead them deeper into the shadows of Lumina Spire. What

lay ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear:

Aureva held the key to the

truth—and the fate of their world.