Chapter 12: 12 | Aegis Unleashed
he next morning, Kairo awoke to the sound of Lina banging on his door, her voice muffled but insistent. "Kai! Breakfast is ready, but it's going cold, so move it!"
Kairo groaned, his body aching from the previous day's training. Every muscle felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. "Coming," he called, though his voice was scratchy and weak.
He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, where Lina sat at the counter, poking at a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She looked up as he entered, her eyes narrowing.
"You look like death warmed over," she said, taking a bite of toast.
"Thanks," Kairo muttered, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Rough training?"
"You could say that," he replied, collapsing onto a stool. He took a sip of the bitter coffee, his thoughts drifting to Zephyr's relentless exercises. The man had a way of pushing him to his limits, then demanding more.
"Well, don't break yourself," Lina said, her tone teasing but with an edge of concern. "I kind of need you alive, you know."
Kairo managed a small smile. "Don't worry, I'm tougher than I look."
"Sure you are," Lina said, rolling her eyes.
Later that morning, Zephyr arrived at the apartment as he always did—without knocking and with an air of purpose that brooked no argument.
"Get your coat," he said, barely sparing Kairo a glance. "We're moving to the next stage."
Kairo groaned, still nursing his coffee. "Do I get a break at some point, or are you trying to kill me?"
Zephyr smirked faintly. "If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be here to complain."
"Fair enough," Kairo muttered, grabbing his coat and following Zephyr out the door.
The walk to their new training spot was a quiet one, the early morning streets of Baltimore still waking up. Zephyr led Kairo to an abandoned lot on the outskirts of the city, its cracked pavement and overgrown weeds giving it an air of desolation.
"What is this place?" Kairo asked, glancing around.
"A proving ground," Zephyr said simply.
"For what?"
Zephyr turned to face him, his pale blue eyes sharp. "For your next challenge. It's time to unlock your Aegis."
The term wasn't unfamiliar to Kairo. Zephyr had mentioned it before in passing, describing it as a shield born of pure intent—a manifestation of Aeterna's protective potential. But the idea of creating a shield out of energy seemed as abstract as everything else Zephyr had thrown at him.
"How does it work?" Kairo asked, already bracing himself for another cryptic explanation.
"Aegis is not just a barrier," Zephyr began. "It is an extension of your will, a projection of your desire to protect. It draws strength from your conviction, your clarity of purpose."
"Great," Kairo said, crossing his arms. "And how do I... project my will, exactly?"
Zephyr stepped closer, his expression unreadable. "Tell me, Kairo. What would you fight to protect?"
The question caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat.
"I... I don't know," he admitted finally.
"Then you will fail," Zephyr said bluntly. "The Aegis cannot be summoned by uncertainty. You must know what you are protecting, and why."
Kairo frowned, his mind racing. He thought of Lina, of her unshakable trust in him. He thought of the shadows that had attacked them, the fear in her eyes as she clung to him for safety.
"I want to protect Lina," he said firmly. "I want to keep her safe, no matter what."
Zephyr studied him for a long moment, then nodded. "Good. Hold onto that thought. Let it anchor you."
The exercise began with a simple test. Zephyr picked up a small rock and tossed it toward Kairo—not hard, but fast enough to make him flinch. Kairo instinctively raised his arms, and the golden energy flickered to life, forming a faint, translucent shield in front of him. The rock bounced off harmlessly.
"Better," Zephyr said. "But your reaction time is too slow. Again."
The next rock came faster, and Kairo barely managed to summon the shield in time. The golden light wavered, but it held.
"Focus," Zephyr said. "The Aegis must be ready before the threat arrives."
"How am I supposed to do that if I don't know the threat is coming?" Kairo snapped.
Zephyr smirked faintly. "You must anticipate. The world is full of threats, Kairo. Assume they are always present."
Kairo groaned but nodded, bracing himself for the next test.
The exercises grew progressively harder. Zephyr hurled larger objects, faster and with more force, and Kairo struggled to keep up. Each time, the golden shield would form a little faster, a little stronger, but it was far from perfect.
"Stop thinking of it as a shield," Zephyr said after Kairo failed to block a particularly heavy rock. "Think of it as an extension of yourself. It is not separate from you; it is you."
Kairo wiped the sweat from his brow, nodding. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The golden warmth in his chest stirred, steady and strong. He focused on Lina's face, on the memory of her laugh, her unwavering belief in him.
The next time Zephyr threw an object—a metal pipe, this time—the shield formed instantly, solid and unyielding. The pipe clattered to the ground, and Kairo grinned despite his exhaustion.
"I did it," he said, his voice filled with relief.
Zephyr nodded. "You're beginning to understand. But remember, Kairo—the Aegis is not invincible. It draws strength from your will, and your will is not infinite."
Kairo nodded, the weight of Zephyr's words settling over him. "I get it. But at least it's a start."
Zephyr's lips twitched in a faint smile. "A promising one."
The session ended with one final test. Zephyr summoned a pulse of blue energy from his silver rod, directing it toward Kairo in a powerful wave. Kairo's instincts kicked in, and the Aegis flared to life, absorbing the attack. The energy dissipated, and Kairo staggered but remained standing.
"Impressive," Zephyr said, his tone laced with approval. "You've made significant progress today."
Kairo let out a shaky breath, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. "Good. Because I don't think I can move right now."
Zephyr chuckled, a rare sound. "Rest, Kairo. Tomorrow, we face the cost of power."