In the shadows of the S Ranked Main character
Chapter 48: No way out(2)

Chapter 48: No way out(2)

June had never planned on getting involved.

He wasn’t even supposed to be near the Class A sector today.

But then again, June had a way of wandering into places he shouldn’t.

It started with the shift that strange ripple of magic that rolled over the academy grounds, warping the air, twisting light across the buildings, leaving flowers and pulses of unfamiliar color in its wake.

One moment, June had been leaning against the outer wall of the dueling field, watching two second-rate spar, half-bored, half-curious.

The next, the sky above the Class A sector had cracked —

no, not literally cracked, but warped, bent, twisted

and a bloom of light erupted outward, coating the far spires in blue,gold and purple.

June’s sharp eyes had locked on immediately.

He felt his pulse tick up.

Students began to gather at the edges of the sector, murmuring, pointing.

Eisen arrived soon after, her presence sharp and commanding, pulling instructors into tight conversations, magic flaring faintly at her fingertips.

June, meanwhile, drifted closer.

Carefully.

Quietly.

He knew better than to announce himself when grown-ups were panicking.

What he didn’t expect was for the barrier to... waver.

Just once.

For the faintest flicker of space to pulse

just near him, only near him

like something recognized him.

Like something let him in.

Before he even processed what was happening, the space near the Class A boundary flexed.

June felt his footing lurch, his balance shift

and the world snapped.

He fell

Or more precisely, he was pulled.

The academy dissolved behind him.

The flowers, the sky, the scattered students, the frantic teachers

gone.

June hit cold stone hard, his breath knocked out of his chest as he rolled onto his side, coughing.

His sharp golden eyes flicked up, darting wildly across the new space.

A haze of gold,purple and blue through the walls.

A faint pulse of magic pressed faintly at his skin, humming, aware, waiting.

June forced himself up, his lean frame tense, his fists clenching

He knew this feeling.

Or rather, he recognized the type.

This wasn’t just old magic

It wasn’t just sealed magic

This was relic magic.

Deep.

Ancient.

Alive.

He let out a breath, shaky but sharp, his grin twitching faintly at the corner of his mouth despite himself.

"...Guess I found the wrong shortcut."

Or maybe

he thought, his grin tightening

he’d just found exactly where he needed to be.

A relic Prism had pulled him in.

For what reason?

He didn’t know yet.

But June never wasted an opportunity

With a last glance back (where the entrance had been? where the surface waited?), June exhaled sharply, cracked his knuckles once

and headed deeper into the maze of color

June’s boots crunched softly over the uneven stone floor as he walked deeper into the maze of colors. The walls pulsed faintly with those strange hues gold, purple, blue but they weren’t just pretty lights. The magic here felt old, real, the kind that pressed at the edges of his skin and made his senses sharpen, made his mind click faster.

He didn’t rush.

June was fast, yes, but he wasn’t reckless.

He moved with quiet steps, his golden eyes flicking over every corner, every crack in the walls, every shift in the floor. This wasn’t a place you sprinted through. This was a place you read.

And as he moved deeper, the feeling of something guiding him strengthened.

Soon, the narrow halls opened into a wide chamber.

Square. High-ceilinged.

At its center stood an altar a tall, worn structure made of pale stone, cracked at the edges, its surface layered with strange carved symbols. Some were sharp and angular, some soft and curling, almost like vines.

June approached cautiously, his fingers twitching at his sides. He didn’t touch it right away. Instead, he circled it once, his sharp gaze scanning every detail.

And then the surface of the altar shifted.

Not like something moving

more like something activating.

Lines of faint light crawled across its surface, trailing along the carvings, pulsing softly. And then, without any sound or force, words appeared.

Not spoken

Not etched.

Just... there

> She became a fairy.

But her transformation was incomplete.

June frowned slightly, tilting his head.

> Her human side clung stubbornly, refusing to surrender.

And worse

her lifespan, instead of expanding, began to shrink.

He felt a slow, curious shiver run down his spine.

> Where a fairy’s life might stretch a thousand years, hers bled away like sand through open fingers.

One year.

Two.

Five.

And then the end.

June’s brow furrowed.

What the hell kind of transformation was this?

The text pulsed again, continuing.

> Desperate, she sought a way to repair her body.

A way to finish what she had begun.

But to do so, she would need a fire strong enough to burn away her human limits.

Not mortal fire Not fairy fire

Dragon fire

June sucked in a slow breath.

> And not just any dragon.

The Dragon Lord.

The ancient beast that ruled the realm

Like a deity of light and flames .

June stepped back slightly, his jaw tightening faintly.

> She plotted.

She schemed.

She found the nest.

She stole the Dragon Lord’s eggs.

June felt a sharp pulse of tension run through his chest.

He didn’t know why, but the weight of that sentence hit.

> Her goal was twofold:

To take the power of the eggs for herself.

And to lure the Dragon Lord’s wrath upon her own body, forcing its Godlike flames to consume what her human magic could not.

June’s hands clenched slightly at his sides.

> But this act was blasphemy.

A theft against the laws of both human and fae.

A challenge thrown at the feet of a god.

The altar dimmed slightly, the words fading.

June exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his blonde hair.

Okay.

So, there was a woman, once.

A human who became a half-fairy.

But her body couldn’t sustain it.

She tried to cheat nature, cheat death, by stealing the most dangerous power she could find: the eggs and fire of a Dragon Lord.

Why did this matter?

Why was he seeing this?

Why was the Prism showing him this?

June didn’t have the answers yet.

But one thing was clear.

If the woman had failed...

If she had died or been sealed or left her work unfinished...

It was all still here.

June let out a slow breath, his heart steadying even as his mind raced.

He turned, his sharp golden eyes sweeping the darkened chamber, the old walls, the twisted passages beyond.

If there was a path forward, he’d find it.

If there was a truth buried in here, he’d dig it out.

If there was danger waiting well, he’d faced worse.

June cracked his knuckles, a faint grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright," he murmured softly to the empty chamber.

"Let’s see what you’re hiding."

And with that, he stepped away from the altar

and headed deeper into the Prism.