Supreme Tamer: The Rise of Beasts

The Fragment's Rejection

Night had already fallen when Ethan returned to the Academy. His hands still held the golden fragment — too hot to be natural. The crystal seemed to pulse with its own will — alive, wild, and now, hostile.

Locked in his room, with the windows covered to block out the light, Ethan placed the fragment on a linen cloth. He sat before it, eyes fixed on that small piece of ancient energy.

"We'll find out what you want from me," he murmured.

As he reached out his hand, a sharp jolt struck him. The crystal glowed, and the light surged violently. His body was thrown backward with a muffled crash.

When he came to, the fragment lay still, but the floor around it was scorched. Spiral marks had formed — and they were no ordinary burns. They looked like writing.

Words in a Forgotten Language

Ethan searched his notebooks for similar symbols. Many came from his old studies with his father, from the times they spent hours deciphering scrolls. But these were different. They were… more recent? More etched into reality, as if they belonged to something that still existed.

He carefully copied the markings and hid them in one of the secret compartments he had built into the floor, along with the other fragments. Three now. Three pieces of a puzzle that was only just beginning.

And then, when night fell over him and his eyes grew heavy… the dream came.

The Dream of the Dead Tree

There was fire.

The Tree That Never Sleeps was ablaze. Its black leaves fell like ash, and the earth trembled as if the forest itself were mourning. Ethan walked among twisted trunks, calling out for something — or someone — but there was no answer.

Only eyes.

Eyes everywhere. In the shadows, in the branches, in the shattered roots. Eyes that watched him, hungry.

And a voice… a muffled voice that seemed to rise from within his own chest:

"You woke too late. They've already started to move."

The Awakening

Ethan woke drenched in sweat. The crystal was still there, now inert. As if it had discharged all its energy. Or as if it had shown what it needed to.

But what was that? The future? A vision? Or a warning?

That morning, Ethan felt the veil of the world had grown thinner. The conversations in the cafeteria, the classes, the training sessions — everything felt distant. He was starting to realize that there were forces in motion far beyond common understanding.

And perhaps… he was at the center of it all.