Eternia's Requiem

By the time Eternia returned to the outer estate, evening sunlight stretched long shadows across the stone pathways.

Servants moved busily through the halls, but whispers followed her as she passed.

"She’s back."

"That’s the illegitimate daughter..."

"I heard what happened in the arena."

"They say she defeated several candidates alone." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Is she really impure blood?"

Eternia ignored them.

Their gossip meant nothing.

She walked calmly through the corridor until she reached her room.

Once inside, she locked the door behind her.

Click.

The moment the latch slid into place—

She stopped circulating her mana.

Immediately—

The backlash arrived.

Pain exploded through her body.

Her vision blurred.

Blood dripped from her nose.

Then from the corners of her eyes.

Her knees nearly buckled.

"...Damn..."

The delayed cost of ancient magic crashed down on her system all at once.

Her senses spun violently.

Her head pounded like thunder.

Blood trickled from her lips as well.

Eternia forced herself to stay conscious.

With trembling fingers, she uncorked the healing vial Captain Varos had given her.

She drank it quickly.

The liquid tasted bitter—but warm energy spread through her body immediately.

The bleeding slowed.

Her breathing steadied.

After several minutes, the pain finally eased enough for her to move again.

Eternia leaned back against the wall, exhaling slowly.

"...Still not strong enough."

Her eyes hardened slightly.

"I need to get better."

Her thoughts drifted briefly to Etherius.

His calm confidence.

His powerful mana.

His natural talent.

Eternia clenched her fist.

"If I want to beat him..."

Her voice was quiet.

"...I have to become stronger."

Much stronger.

The truth was obvious.

Etherius had advantages she did not.

He had the support of the main family.

Resources.

Tutors.

Training grounds.

Mana-enhancing potions and elixirs.

Meanwhile Eternia had...

Herself.

And the experience of a past life.

She pushed herself upright slowly and walked to her desk.

The storage ring flashed softly as she summoned the book she had found earlier in the labyrinth.

The strange magic book.

Eternia opened it carefully.

The pages were filled with unfamiliar runic diagrams.

Complex spell structures.

Her eyes widened slightly.

"...What is this?"

The magical theory written here was unlike anything she had seen before.

Even with her extensive knowledge from her previous life, the spell formations felt alien.

Strange.

Yet incredibly refined.

She flipped another page.

Then another.

Her breathing slowed.

"...No way."

At the top of one page was a clear title.

Original Spell – Adapt.

Her hands trembled slightly.

Original magic.

Real original spells.

Not simplified academy versions.

Not incomplete fragments.

Actual, fully written spell formulas.

And the ones that no one knows about.

Eternia stared at the page.

Her heart pounded.

For someone at her level, obtaining true original magic was nearly impossible.

Such spells were guarded carefully by powerful families, royal academies, and high-ranking mage organizations.

But now...

She had one.

And more.

Her body shook slightly.

Not from weakness.

From excitement.

"...This might be it."

The opportunity she needed.

The path to surpass everyone.

The path to defeat Etherius.

The path to become stronger than anyone in this world.

Eternia’s silver eyes gleamed brightly.

A fire ignited within them.

"...Now it’s only a matter of time."

She closed the book gently.

Mana began circulating through her body again.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Training would begin tonight.

Because Eternia Sinclair had already made her decision.

In this life—

She would not merely survive.

She would rise above everything.

And one day...

She would become the strongest mage the world had ever seen.