Celisar Kael
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Chapter 14 | Absorption
🕑 Added 2025-08-04 12:14:00 +0000 UTCThe technicians separated the group and directed Leon through a corridor that terminated at a circular door. Unlike the utilitarian entrances throughout the facility, this one featured intricate patterns etched into its metallic surface. Circular patterns mixed with strange, jagged symbols he didn’t recognize. The designs glowed with faint blue illumination, pulsing in rhythmic patterns.
"Enter and proceed to the center," a disembodied voice commanded.
The circular door slid open with a hiss.
Beyond stood a specialized chamber unlike anything Leon had seen before. It was perfectly circular with matte white walls embedded with monitoring equipment.
The room's expanse pulsed with eerie blue illumination, casting stark shadows that moved independently of their sources.
As Leon stepped inside, the door sealed behind him with another hiss. The sound echoed before being absorbed by the room's acoustic design with complete sound isolation.
"Remain still until instructed," the voice announced through hidden speakers.
The chamber was larger than he expected. Perhaps twenty feet in diameter with a small circular platform in the exact center.
No furniture and no equipment within reach, nothing but emptiness surrounding that central point.
What initially appeared to be a seamless circular room revealed itself to contain a series of observation windows set at regular intervals around the perimeter. Reinforced transparent panels that interrupted the white walls at eye level.
Through some of these windows, Leon could see technicians in adjacent control rooms, their faces illuminated by the glow of monitoring equipment as they prepared to observe his exposure test. Through others, he glimpsed parallel chambers identical to his own, where other recruits stood on similar platforms and awaiting their own mana exposure test.
The arrangement created a honeycomb effect of testing chambers monitored from multiple central control points.
Leon studied the walls, noticing transparent conduits running through their structure like veins in living tissue. These tubes passed through the specialized glass of the observation windows, creating an unbroken circuit of energy throughout the chamber.
Within these channels flowed what could only be concentrated mana.
Brilliant blue energy that shifted and pulsed with patterns that seemed almost alive. The liquid-like substance moved with hypnotic rhythm, sometimes accelerating through tight curves before slowing in wider sections.
Despite the extensive warnings about concentrated mana exposure that had been drilled into him, Leon felt an unexpected fascination with the forbidden technology.
Nullari citizens were prohibited from proximity to concentrated mana under Imperial law, yet here he stood surrounded by it. His chest tightened with both anxiety and anticipation.
"Recruit Ezra, position yourself on the central platform."
Leon moved forward, each step echoing against the chamber's hard surfaces.
The platform was a simple circle elevated two inches from the floor, its edge illuminated with the same blue light that permeated the rest of the chamber.
When he reached it, he noticed subtle markings indicating where his feet should be placed.
"Initial mana exposure commencing at threshold one," the technician's voice announced through hidden speakers. The detachment in her tone did nothing to mask the significance of what was happening. "Standard Nullari tolerance typically registers between thresholds one and three."
Leon braced himself, muscles tensing involuntarily.
Tiny vents along the walls hissed open, releasing a fine mist of mana particles that shimmered in the air before settling invisibly against his skin.
He heard rumors of first concentrated exposure.
Whispered accounts of the burning sensation, the disorientation, and the pain that made some recruits pass out immediately.
He closed his eyes in anticipation of agony.
Instead, a mild tingling warmth spread across his exposed skin, uncomfortable but far from unbearable. The sensation reminded him of standing too close to a heating element, warm enough to notice but not enough to burn. His forearms developed a slight redness, but nothing approaching the reaction he expected.
Through observation windows alongside the chamber, Leon glimpsed technicians monitoring his response, their expressions neutral as they recorded his reactions. Beyond them, he could see other recruits in parallel testing rooms through adjacent windows.
Their responses appeared dramatically different from his own; faces contorted in pain and bodies tensed against invisible assault. One girl gripped her arms so tightly her fingernails drew blood. A man pressed his palms against his temples, mouth open in what appeared to be a silent scream.
Yet here Leon stood. Mildly uncomfortable, but upright and breathing.
"Interesting," a technician murmured. The comment was accidentally transmitted through the communication system. "Advancing to threshold three," she announced more formally, surprise evident in her neutral tone.
The mist intensified around Leon, the concentration of mana particles thickening in the air. The burning sensation increased, crawling deeper across his skin and pressing into the tissue beneath. It became unpleasant like a sunburn developing in accelerated time, but remained surprisingly manageable when he regulated his breathing.
Through the glass, Leon saw the Nullari girl in the adjacent chamber collapse to her knees, her body shuddering. In another chamber, a man clawed at his own face, drawing thin lines of blood across his cheeks as he tried to wipe away the invisible particles sinking into his skin.
The lead technician appeared at the observation window, the same woman who had dismissed his genetic test results earlier. Her eyes narrowed as she made rapid notations on her data panel. She exchanged quick words with her colleagues, their profiles showing clear confusion as they compared readings from multiple chambers.
Something about Leon's reaction diverged from their expectations. The lead technician's fingers moved rapidly across her control interface, her movements conveying urgency rather than routine.
"Advancing to threshold five," she announced, watching Leon's reaction with clinical intensity.
The mana concentration doubled instantly, creating a visible blue haze that clung to Leon's skin and began seeping through his clothing.
The discomfort intensified. no longer just a surface burn but a deeper penetration that reached layers of muscle and tissue beneath. His jaw clenched, posture stiffening as he fought to remain upright.
Leon managed to maintain his position even as the pain intensified. His hands trembled, but he kept them at his sides through sheer force of will. The expression on the lead technician's face shifted from suspicion to genuine confusion as she conferred with colleagues outside Leon's line of sight.
"Impossible," a male voice muttered, audible through the communication system.
"Run a parallel scan on chamber four to confirm readings," the lead technician ordered, her voice carrying the edge of someone encountering data that contradicted established parameters.
Leon watched the technicians through increasingly blurred vision. Their movements conveyed an urgency that hadn't been present during his genetic testing.
Whatever was happening, it wasn't following their expectations.
"Threshold eight," the technician announced, increasing the intensity.
The blue particles now created a distinct aura around Leon's body, the energy sinking into his skin rather than merely clinging to it. The pain reached deep into his core as muscles trembled with effort to remain standing, vision blurring at the edges, and breath coming in controlled gasps.
Despite this, he remained upright and conscious at exposure levels that should theoretically have rendered him incapacitated.
"Impossible," a technician muttered again, the word still escaping through the open communication channel.
"Run it again," ordered another voice with more authority.
"We're already at threshold eight," came a concerned response. "Standard Nullari maximum is five."
"I said run it again."
Their exchange revealed their disbelief more clearly than their neutral expressions. Leon watched through the haze of pain as they reset the system, running identical exposure parameters a second time.
The results remained consistent with Leon withstanding exposure levels that contradicted established Imperial metrics for Nullari subjects.
The lead technician's expression had transformed, scientific curiosity overriding professional detachment. She approached the communication panel.
"Recruit, describe your current physical sensations."
Leon swallowed, finding his throat unexpectedly dry.
"Burning—throughout tissue layers. Vision partially compromised. Muscles experiencing involuntary tremors." He managed to maintain scientific detachment in his description, mirroring their clinical language. "Painful but—manageable."
The technicians exchanged glances laden with unspoken communication before the lead technician nodded to a colleague.
"Transitioning directly to absorption testing," she announced. "Bypassing standard recovery protocols."
A new device descended from the ceiling.
A complex array of sensors that hovered inches from Leon's body. The apparatus emitted a soft humming sound as it oriented itself around him, mapping the flow of energy through his unaugmented physiology.
"Hold position," the technician instructed.
The scanner completed its circuit, and the data appeared on the technicians' displays. Their reactions told Leon everything. Widened eyes, quickened movements, rapid exchanges of technical terminology.
"That can't be right," one said, loud enough for Leon to hear.
"Run it again," the lead technician ordered, already initiating the sequence herself.
When the readings registered at high D-rank, borderline C-rank absorption—theoretically impossible for Nullari citizens—the lead technician ran the test three consecutive times. Each scan produced identical results, confirming data that defied their classification parameters.
Leon's skin tingled with residual energy as a senior supervisor in a crimson uniform was called to the observation area. Their hushed conversation included terms that carried through the communication system when voices rose with intensity:
"...genetic anomaly unlike anything in current classification…"
"...absorption rates consistent with Ordari subjects…"
"...flag for intelligence attention immediately."
Leon caught fragments of their exchange, each word carrying implications that made his stomach tighten. Being unremarkable meant safety in the Empire.
Being unusual meant scrutiny. And scrutiny rarely led to anything positive for someone from the lower levels.
The final test confirmed what the earlier ones had potentially suggested, Leon possessed mana absorption rates exclusive to citizens with at least partial augmentation. The implications hung in the air like the visible mana particles still clinging to his skin.
A military officer in specialized armor appeared at the observation window. Unlike the technicians with their clinical neutrality, his expression reflected a tactical judgment. An instinctive scan for risks, opportunities, or necessary action.
"Proceed directly to saturation assessment. No standard decompression. Notify Warcenturion Vauhn immediately."
The technicians immediately began preparing for the next testing phase, their movements now hurried and purposeful. The mechanical precision of routine processing had been replaced by the focused intensity of scientific discovery.
The officer departed without explanation, leaving Leon with mana energy still coursing visibly through his body. The blue glow had penetrated his skin, creating luminescent traces along his veins that pulsed with each heartbeat.
Threshold eight exposure had produced effects that should have been impossible without enhancement technology.
As the chamber reconfigured for whatever saturation assessment entailed, Leon stood in the center, wondering if his unusual abilities represented opportunity or danger in the eyes of the Imperial system.
The recruitment officer's interest suddenly made sense to him. He must have seen something in Leon's file that suggested this potential.
The question now was what the Convenant would do with someone who defied their constructed categories. A Nullari recruit who responded to mana like someone with augmentation.
"Preparing for complete saturation exposure," the lead technician announced, her voice carrying a hint of excitement beneath the professional veneer. "Stay perfectly still recruit. This will be…intense."
The vents reopened, and concentrated mana began pouring into the chamber at rates that turned the air itself a vivid blue. Leon braced himself, uncertain whether his unexpected tolerance had limits he was about to discover.
