Unholy Player

In Vesha’s eyes, he no longer looked like a mere young man, but a monarch addressing his people—steady, composed, and filled with the kind of authority that calmed even the most anxious hearts. And yet, none of his words came as a shock to her. She already knew him.

This wasn’t the first time he had called ordinary people to stand against a Spark. The first had been before the fight with the Aqualith.

Back then, he had used a similar approach, convincing Draven knights that they could face Spark-level threats. With only the right gear and the right motivation, they had successfully taken down the water slimes.

Now, it was happening again. The scale was larger, the stakes higher—but the pattern was the same. And Vesha couldn’t help the excitement rising in her chest. She already knew how this would end.

She had never heard of mortals defeating a Spark in all of history. But what she was witnessing now felt like the beginning of a new Chapter in Velari’s story.

’’Now I will explain and give you a simple demonstration of what I expect you to do and what you will do.’’

Adyr’s voice cut clean through the ambient tension, reclaiming the crowd’s full attention.

Everyone watched him in silence, eyes locked onto his figure, absorbing every word, every movement.

He began by explaining Colossith’s feeding behavior—why the Spark attacked the city every six months. Its body emitted low-frequency vibrations, feeding off the feedback that bounced back from nearby structures. The more rapid and concentrated the feedback, the quicker it felt satiated—and the sooner it retreated.

This was common knowledge. But repetition brought clarity. The more clearly they understood what needed to be done and why, the more precise their work would be.

Next, Adyr introduced the metallic plates. He explained their heightened sensitivity to vibrations and their reflective properties.