Shadow Being System

William trudged through the dense forest, the ground crunching softly under his feet. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that seemed to move with him. He pulled his hood tighter against the cool evening breeze, his mind a whirl of thoughts as he made his way back to the dormitory.

He had spent hours weighing the pros and cons of his situation since the loss of his soul crystal. To his surprise, the conclusion he had come to wasn't entirely grim. Losing the soul crystal had seemed catastrophic at first, but the gains he'd received in return balanced the scales.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

For one, he no longer had access to wind essence or soul essence. That much was undeniable. But in its place, he had gained shadow essence, a resource just as potent, if not more so. The new energy coursed through his body with a dark vitality that was strange yet thrilling.

And then there was the upgrade to his abilities. The transformation of his 3rd eye into the Shadow Eye wasn't merely a cosmetic change. With an eager grin, he recalled the brief description the system had provided when the upgrade was completed:

Shadow Eye

Description: A doorway to the abyss.

The words had sent a shiver down his spine, but not out of fear—out of sheer excitement. He didn't yet know the full extent of what this ability could do, but the name alone spoke volumes about its potential. A doorway to the abyss? It sounded ominous and powerful, two qualities he was quickly learning to embrace.

William had yet to test the Shadow Eye in any real scenario, but he had a gut feeling it would prove to be one of his most valuable assets. The only thing that dampened his enthusiasm was the glaring problem of his missing wind ability.

"How am I supposed to explain this?" he muttered under his breath, kicking a loose stone off the trail.

His wind ability had been integral to his combat strategy, and its sudden absence would undoubtedly raise questions. Questions he wasn't prepared to answer. Keeping its loss a secret would be a challenge, especially during any mandatory training sessions.

But as he thought about it more, William realized he had no choice. The fewer people who knew about the shift in his abilities, the better.

"I'll figure it out," he told himself, steeling his resolve. "I always do."

The forest began to thin as he approached the edge of the academy grounds. The towering silhouette of the dormitory loomed in the distance, its lights flickering faintly through the mist. William quickened his pace, eager to reach the sanctuary of his room.

The events of the past few days had left him drained, both physically and mentally. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed rest. But even as he walked, his mind buzzed with ideas and plans. The shadow crystal was still new, and he had so much to explore about his abilities and their limitations.

One thing was certain: he was no longer the same William who had stumbled into this academy. He was something different now, something stronger—and, perhaps, more dangerous.

Pulling his hood down as he entered the dormitory building, William slipped inside unnoticed. The corridors were quiet, and the faint hum of the overhead lights was the only sound accompanying him as he made his way to his room.

Shutting the door behind him, he leaned against it with a sigh. "A doorway to the abyss," he whispered, a flicker of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Let's see where it leads."

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William stood in the quiet stillness of his dorm room, both Liam and Gavin wasn't in the room, the faint hum of activity from the rest of the building muffled by the walls. He set his bag down and moved to the small desk by the window, the moonlight illuminating the bare wooden surface. His reflection in the glass caught his attention, and he paused.

The faint glint of the Shadow Eye shimmered in his gaze. It was subtle, only noticeable if someone looked too closely, but it was there—a dark, pulsating purple hue that seemed alive. He stared at it for a moment, unsure if he should feel proud or uneasy.

"A doorway to the abyss," he repeated softly. The phrase had been etched into his mind since the system's notification.

Curiosity gnawed at him. He hadn't tested the Shadow Eye yet, and part of him was itching to see what it could do. But another part of him—the cautious part—warned him to tread carefully. Abilities tied to the shadow crystal were bound to have risks.

"One test," he decided, stepping away from the window. "Just to see."

William sat cross-legged in the center of the room, closing his eyes to concentrate. He reached for the Shadow Eye, willing it to activate. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a wave of coldness swept through his body, and he felt his vision shift, even with his eyes closed.

When he opened them, the room was no longer the same.

The walls seemed to ripple, their surfaces shrouded in an inky blackness that oozed like liquid. Shadows stretched and twisted unnaturally, as if they were alive. The faint glow from the moon outside was muted, swallowed by the oppressive darkness.

And then, there it was—a faint, pulsing doorway hovering in the air before him.

It wasn't like any door William had ever seen. It was jagged and uneven, formed of writhing tendrils of shadow. The closer he looked, the more it seemed to shift, like it wasn't entirely solid. A low hum emanated from it, filling the room with a sense of foreboding.

William reached out hesitantly, his fingers trembling as they brushed the edge of the doorway.

The world tilted.

For a brief moment, he saw something—an expanse of swirling darkness filled with faint pinpricks of light, like stars in a void. Shapes moved within it, massive and incomprehensible, their outlines barely discernible. A chill ran down his spine as a voice, low and distant, whispered something he couldn't understand.

Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the vision was gone.

William gasped, pulling his hand back. The doorway vanished, and the room returned to normal, though the coldness lingered in the air.

"What was that?" he muttered, his heart pounding. Whatever he had just glimpsed, it wasn't of this world.

He leaned back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. The Shadow Eye was more than just an upgrade; it was a link to something far greater—and far more dangerous—than he had anticipated.

For the first time since forming the shadow crystal, doubt crept into William's mind. He had gained power, yes, but at what cost?

As he lay there, staring into the dark corners of the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him.

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Meanwhile, across the academy grounds, a pair of figures stood in the shadows, speaking in hushed tones.

"You felt it too?" one of them asked, their voice low and sharp.

The other nodded, their eyes scanning the distant dormitory building. "It's faint, but it's there. A disturbance in the balance, the gate to the abyss has been opened"

"Do you think it's him?"

"Who else could it be?"

The first figure frowned, their expression hidden by the darkness. "Then we need to move. If what we suspect is true, we can't afford to wait."

"Agreed. But we have to be careful. He's not the only one watching."

The two figures disappeared into the night, their presence leaving an uneasy silence in their wake.

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Inside the abyss, the silence was broken by a low, guttural sound—a deep, heavy breathing that echoed through the endless void. It was not the kind of breath that came from anything human. It was primal, ancient, and filled with a hunger that could consume worlds.

From the darkness, a faint glow emerged, growing brighter and brighter until it took the shape of a massive, dark purple eye. It opened slowly, the pupil contracting as it adjusted to the dim light within the abyss.

A voice followed, low and resonant, dripping with malice and satisfaction. "Yes... the boy has gained the key to the abyss."

The eye narrowed slightly, its gaze piercing through the void, as if observing William from afar.

"Good," the voice continued, a sinister edge creeping into its tone. "I need him to use his power more... to draw deeper from the shadows. Only then will the chains weaken... and I will finally be free from this accursed place."

The sound of rattling chains echoed, harsh and grating, as though they were resisting the very notion of being undone. The purple eye glanced downward, its glow illuminating massive black chains that stretched across the void, binding an unseen form. The chains pulsed with a faint, silver light, remnants of an ancient power that still held sway over the abyss.

"Fools," the voice growled, its tone shifting to contempt. "They thought they could contain me forever. But this boy... he will be my way out. He will be the one to shatter their precious bindings."

The eye closed briefly, as if in contemplation, before snapping open again with renewed intensity.

"Boy," it hissed, the sound resonating as though directed at William through the very fabric of existence. "You don't yet know what you carry... what you have awakened. But soon, you will. And when you do..."

The voice trailed off into dark laughter, the sound reverberating through the abyss like a storm. The chains rattled again, more violently this time, the silver light flickering as if struggling to hold its ground.

From the abyss, the ancient being waited, its anticipation growing. It could sense William's confusion, his curiosity, and his growing reliance on the shadow crystal. All of it was playing perfectly into its hands.

It only needed time.

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Back in his dorm, William jolted awake, a sudden cold sweat covering his body. His heart pounded in his chest as he sat up, gasping for air. He didn't remember dreaming, but a faint echo of that sinister laughter lingered in his mind.

For a moment, he sat in the dark, staring at the shadows cast by the moonlight. He couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching him.