Level Up Legacy

Chapter 1427: Legacy of Spirits

Arthur left the shack early, before either Tiara or Ali had woken up. He didn't know why he felt the need to go outside, but something had changed after last night's meditation. The city felt different. Something was pulling him, and that pull was stronger now.

He walked through Nexus without a clear destination. He wasn't exploring for fun—he wanted to understand the city. He walked past open arenas, spirit markets, and stone buildings with runes carved into them. He didn't speak to anyone. Most people didn't even notice him.

He had no real body here, just like Tiara and Ali. Their forms were made of spiritual energy, but it wasn't stable enough yet. They couldn't eat spiritual food or touch things properly. They were more like shadows.

Still, Arthur kept walking.

He turned a corner and saw something strange.

A small black cat stood on top of a broken wall. Its fur was dark like the night, but its eyes were golden. It didn't look afraid. It looked at him calmly, like it was waiting for him.

Arthur recognized it.

He had seen it before. When he visited the Spirit Realm for the first time, the cat had been watching him from a distance. He hadn't seen it again since then—until now.

The cat turned and jumped down, walking into a narrow alley.

Arthur followed without thinking.

The cat didn't run. It walked slowly, making sure he kept up. It moved between broken walls and under collapsed archways until it stopped at a large stone wall. Then, without hesitation, it walked through it.

Arthur reached out. The wall wasn't real. It was like a curtain. He stepped through.

He found stairs leading underground.

He went down carefully. The stairs were old and uneven. The deeper he went, the colder it became—not physically, but in some other way. The air felt heavy. The light was dim.

At the bottom, he found a wide room.

There were no people. No spirits. Just a single object floating in the middle of the chamber.

It was a shard.

Small, sharp, and glowing faintly. Symbols covered its surface. The markings weren't written—they were part of the shard itself. Arthur didn't understand most of them, but they felt familiar.

He stepped forward.

The cat was gone.

Arthur stood in front of the shard. It pulsed with light, slow and steady, almost like it was breathing.

He reached out and touched it.

The light grew stronger.

Then he heard her voice.

"You found it, Arthur."

It was Gala.

She sounded the same as before. Calm and soft. Her voice echoed in his mind, not in the room.

"This is my gift. A legacy born from spirit. You won't find strength in it—not in the way you think. But it will help you see what you couldn't before."

The shard melted into his chest.

Arthur staggered back, catching himself before he fell. Something was changing inside him.

Then the Legacy screen appeared.

***

[Legacy of Spirits: The Final Sigil]

[Gifted by Gala, Witch of Spirits]

[Level 1 (0%) — Dormant]

[Spiritual Form Stability (Passive): You can now touch and hold basic spiritual objects].

[Sigil Recognition (Passive): You can understand the meaning behind low-level sigils.]

[Soul Insight (Active): You can sense emotions and damage in spiritual bodies.]

[Growth Requirement: This Legacy grows when the user seeks calm, not battle]

***

Arthur stayed still for a long time.

His body had changed. It wasn't flickering anymore. His outline was clearer. When he looked down at his hands, they looked more solid.

He could feel the difference.

The world around him also changed.

The runes on the wall weren't just carvings now. He could tell they had meaning. They were written by people—spirits—who had sealed this place for a reason. He didn't know what the reason was, but he could feel the weight of it.

Gala had left this for him.

It wasn't a weapon.

It was a path.

He turned and walked back up the stairs.

***

When he returned to the shack, Ali and Tiara were awake.

Tiara stared at him. "Your body… it's not fading."

Ali stood up. "You touched something, didn't you?"

Arthur sat down on the floor. "I found a Legacy. One left by Gala."

Neither of them spoke for a few seconds.

Then Arthur reached out toward the bowl of spirit fruit in the corner.

It had been sitting there since they arrived.

They hadn't been able to touch it. Every time they tried, their hands passed through it.

Arthur grabbed one.

It didn't vanish.

He held it. It felt warm. Solid.

He took a bite.

Flavor filled his mouth—simple, but real. Not like anything from the real world, but enough to make him feel grounded.

Tiara looked shocked. Ali swore under his breath.

"You can eat now?" she asked.

Arthur nodded. "The Legacy stabilized me."

Ali looked at the fruit. "What kind of Legacy is that?"

Arthur raised his hand. Spiritual energy flowed across his palm in a controlled stream. Not wild, not dangerous—just balanced.

"It helps me understand spiritual energy. Souls. Sigils. It's not about fighting. It's about control."

Tiara looked at him. "Can you teach us?"

"I think I can," Arthur said. "But we have to start small."

Ali crossed his arms. "Small like what?"

Arthur pointed to the fruit. "Try to hold it."

Ali rolled his eyes, but reached forward.

His hand passed through it again.

Arthur didn't laugh. He didn't say anything. He just waited.

"We'll start now," Arthur said. "You can't fight in this world if you can't even exist in it."

He closed his eyes and began guiding his energy slowly, like he had done earlier.

For the first time since arriving in Nexus, they had a way forward.

Not through strength.

But through understanding.

***

The battlefield was quiet now.

Ashes of spirit matter floated in the air like snow, dimly glowing. The ground was cracked and burned from the battle. Deep scars ran across the hills, and the trees—once made of smooth crystal and flowing light—were now twisted, blackened, or gone entirely.

At the center of the clearing lay the massive remains of the abyssal spirit.

Its body had already started to fade, melting back into raw spiritual energy. But its size left no doubt—it had been strong. Too strong for a group of six. And yet they had won.

Barely.

Gala stood at the edge of a broken ridge, her hair blowing gently behind her. Her hands were behind her back, her expression calm. She didn't look tired. But her robes were torn near the shoulders, and her right arm had a long burn stretching from wrist to elbow.

She hadn't healed it yet.

Behind her, the rest of the group sat in a circle—recovering, breathing, trying to stabilize their soul threads. A few still had marks left from the battle. Cracks in their forms, flickering outlines, missing parts that would take hours—maybe days—to reform.

Vice-Captain Riven stepped away from the group and walked toward her.

"You gave it away, didn't you?" he asked, voice quiet.

Gala didn't answer immediately.

She looked down the slope, where part of the abyssal spirit's shadow still lingered in the dirt, coiled like a memory.

"Yes," she said.

"The Legacy?"

She nodded.

Riven ran a hand over his face. He was still bleeding from the side of his head—dark spiritual essence dripping in slow, stubborn drops.

"We just fought something no one in the upper cities has seen in generations," he said. "And you gave away the only thing we created that could've helped us fight what's coming next."

Gala turned to face him. Her voice was steady.

"We survived."

"Barely."

"We would've barely survived with the Legacy, too."

Riven took a step forward. "He's untested. Untrained. Why him?"

Gala looked back at the clearing.

"I've seen a lot of seekers," she said. "Most of them chase power. Some chase revenge. Some want to climb because they think the higher layers will give them peace."

"And Arthur?"

"He wants to exist."

That made Riven pause.

"Exist?" he repeated.

Gala met his gaze. "He doesn't fight to win. He fights to stay whole. He doesn't cling to strength—he clings to meaning. The Legacy won't respond to someone like me anymore. But it responded to him."

Riven looked down.

"And if he breaks?"

"Then the Legacy returns to the earth. It's bound to the realm now. It will find someone else."

Silence settled between them.

In the distance, one of their healers began pulling soulthread over a broken leg, binding it with simple stability runes. Another seeker lit a small spiritfire to ward off the remaining abyssal residue. They worked slowly, methodically. No one talked about the cost.

Riven turned away. "You should've told me before you left it."

"I couldn't," Gala said. "You would've tried to stop me."

He didn't argue.

She stepped past him and walked back toward the group.

They looked up when she approached.

"We stay here until nightfall," she said. "The second layer is starting to shift again. We'll move at first light."

One of the younger seekers asked, "Where to next?"

Gala paused, then looked toward the sky. The Second Layer was covered in thick fog, but she could feel it—the presence of something watching from above. From the upper layers. Something old.

She didn't answer the question directly.

"We keep moving."

Riven spoke again, this time from behind. "And Arthur?"

Gala didn't turn around.

"We'll cross paths again," she said. "He has the Legacy now. And the Spirit Realm is starting to notice him."

She knelt beside the fire, took a small fruit from their rations, and stared into the flame.

"And when that happens," she added quietly, "he'll need us more than ever."

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