Levi recalled that Ash’Kral told him energy was vibration... he might not wield the Vibration Aspect to explore the world of energies at its heart, but sounds and frequencies were enough for the techniques he had in mind at the moment.

"Timing and Rhythm... that’s the key." Levi held his chin and asked, "Ash’Kral, do you know the natural frequency of Sunflame?"

"Well, it doesn’t have an exact frequency since its range is between 400 and 700 THz... compared to Aetheric energy that vibrates at an extremely low frequency, it will be challenging to find the best frequency that can harmonize those two energies together..." Ash’Kral replied.

"Indeed... one is ferocious and sharp, the other is slow and smooth. It’s not going to be easy, but if I succeed... the rules of the game will change."

Levi knew that the applications of this combination weren’t going to be applied only for a barrier... it went far beyond, opening new ways of Aether energy’s interaction with not just Sunflame, but also other energies.

Yet, this was only one of the many combinations he could achieve with six Aspects under his control.

"Frequencies... I have to unlock and master the Vibration Aspect... I have a feeling it’s the answer to unifying energies and powers... which means." Levi intoned solemnly, "The Unification of the Three Ancestral Seeds."

***

Three days later... (Six Boundless Days)

Levi and his friends were standing in front of the Willow Grove’s dimensional mirror... Feng Ling was accompanying them.

Seraphis’ funeral had concluded two hours ago... it was a beautiful ceremony held in the Fields of Silence Graveyard.

Most of the nearby Daywalkers had emptied this day of their calendar to ensure they would attend the funeral of the one and only... Lion’s Heart.

After all, Seraphis might be a strict and tough instructor, but everyone respected him to the utmost level... most of his students were still alive to this day because of his teachings that made them better all around.

Even the citizens attended the funeral... knowing that he had no family, no home, just them. He gave them everything, even when this region wasn’t his home.

Everyone appreciated it and showed it during the ceremony.

While Levi’s friends were saddened during the funeral, Levi’s heart was still burning with great vigor to ensure that his instructor would return to see another day... and most importantly, to see the end of the Hound and the Bishop.

He had a feeling that the Bishop was the one behind the fall of Seraphis’ region since it was connected to the Hound... with them sharing the same enemy, Levi refused to let him die without a real closure.

After the ceremony ended, everyone returned home to say their goodbyes to their families and spend some time. Then, they grouped up in front of the Willow Grove’s mirror... their next destination and home: the World Tree.

-Make us proud, children! Let the world see that Heliodorians are more than survivors... we are warriors!-

-Carry yourselves well, and beat those high and mighty brats from the top ten regions!-

-I will watch all of your raids, even if it means going into debt!-

-We believe in you!-

As Levi and his friends listened to the ruckus behind them, they couldn’t help but turn with proud smiles... the entire first floor was packed with governors, citizens, Daywalkers, officers, family members, their friends, Rayan, Sergio, Jamal, and more.

The moment the news was announced that Heliodor’s Raiders were leaving for the World Tree, no one wanted to miss it.

They simply couldn’t miss witnessing the departure of the greatest Daywalker squad born in the history of their region.

Arthur raised his fist in the air and shouted, "Heliodor!"

Just like he awakened a dormant beast, the crowded floor instantly exploded in a unified chant... shouting back: Heliodor’s Raiders! Heliodor’s Raiders! Heliodor’s Raiders!

"We shall return victorious! The Radiant Blessing is ours!!"

Seeing this, Arthur exclaimed with extended arms and a wide grin like he was bathing in their cheers... Jojo and the girls rolled their eyes at him, but even they couldn’t help but feel goosebumps as they listened to the Heliodorians start chanting their team’s name.

"I don’t know about you, but I am still adamant about rejoining their party," Rayan said, his tone filled with resolve. "They have done more than enough to help us out... I will be spitting on their efforts if I can’t join them again."

"You do you," Sergio shrugged lazily. "I am fine going at my own pace... if you seek to keep up with their pace, you might end up losing yourself."

Jamal nodded in agreement, "We aren’t defeatists... we are just realistic, and the best thing we can do is support them from afar."

"No, thank you," Rayan smirked excitedly. "Where is the fun in that? Once they become Solarbound Daywalkers, their raiding team will expand to ten members... I am going to earn that spot even if it kills me."

"Hehehe, I guess I will be there with a shovel," Sergio joked.

"I will pick the grave," Jamal chuckled.

Rayan ignored their snarky remarks and kept his eyes affixed on his friends, who shared the same classroom as them. Although he knew that talent was a big part of a Daywalker’s success, he didn’t give a shit.

He was Rayan Morningstar, and he had never shied away from a challenge.

"Let’s go... Dominic is already waiting on the other side."

Feng Ling said calmly as he stepped inside the mirror, pulling Arthur by the back of his collar with him... he knew if he left him behind, the idiot would keep uplifting the crowd.

The girls chuckled as they watched Arthur fighting against Feng Ling’s grip, but to no avail... they might be laughing and smiling, but their expressions still carried a tint of sadness from the funeral.

Though their eyes reflected a new blaze.

The adventure was only beginning, and after they lost their instructor, they refused to soil his memory and legacy.

That’s a promise and a toast they made above Seraphis’ grave... as long as they live, his name shall be echoed across the universe through them.

Meanwhile, Levi was the last one left behind, looking back at the Willow Grove’s packed first floor.

When the citizens, Daywalkers, and officers saw him facing their direction, their chants immediately switched to two words:

Levi Larson! Levi Larson! Levi Larson!

As his world was painted in beautiful colors of frequencies and enhanced by the chant of his name, Levi couldn’t help but show a serene soft smile, recalling the day he left Tamara Settlement and kicked off his journey.

He had just unlocked the Echolocation ability, allowing him to ’see’ for the first time, and giving him the first genuine chance to believe in himself that he was no different from anyone else.

Now, look at how far he had come... a blind Daywalker, who many had doubted in the beginning, had become the unofficial crowned best new-generation Daywalker on Earth.

But none of this was luck... Levi had struggled since his childhood, and god knows he struggled.

The same boy tormented by nightcrawlers for over a decade and rejected by most of the citizens for believing he was a ticking time bomb... Now, his name was resounding across the center of the city by thousands of citizens... their expressions filled with nothing but hope, pride, and care.

Some were even praying for him and his friends to the Solar Deities... their eyes closed, and mouths muttering under their breaths.

People lie... words lie... but hearts can’t.

Levi could see everyone’s beating hearts and what was within them.

The majority genuinely wished for them to succeed on the global stage... and even go beyond it, for they knew... their victory was theirs too.

"My promise remains the same from last time... farewell."

Levi turned around and walked through the dimensional mirror, not saying much... and yet, his words were more than enough to make the citizens cheer even harder for him, recalling the day Levi was announced as an official Daywalker in front of the Willow Grove.

As they stared at his fading back, that promise resounded in their minds in Levi’s voice:

"I crawled out of a life no child should endure... and I vowed no one else would have to. That’s not a dream... that’s a promise."

Levi Larson, broken, but never shattered.