The Extra's Rise

With the conclusion of the Tactical Simulation earlier that evening, we'd been given barely enough time to shower and change into our formal academy uniforms before being summoned to the grand hall.

The grand hall buzzed with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation as the final rankings were revealed, etched in glowing letters on a massive holographic screen. These rankings determined the elite twenty who would advance to the Crown Challenge—a legendary trial that promised to crown the festival's ultimate victor.

I tugged at my collar, still damp from the hasty shower I'd managed between the simulation pods and this ceremony. The smell of the cleaning agents used on our uniforms mingled with cologne, perfume, and the lingering scent of adrenaline that seemed to follow us everywhere during festival week.

I scanned the rankings, my name glowing in third position:

1. Jack Blazespout

2. Lucifer Windward

3. Arthur Nightingale

4. Seol-ah Moyong

5. Rachel Creighton

6. Ren Kagu

7. Cecilia Slatemark

8. Naomi Draven

9. Rose Springshaper

10. Aaron Meriot

11. Ava Peng

12. Aria Gu

13. Tobias Grimfeld

14. Seraphina Zenith

15. Elara Astoria

16. Clana Lopez

17. Liora Arundel

18. Ian Viserion

19. Jin Ashbluff

20. Luke Orden

Third. Not bad, but not enough. Jack and Lucifer had edged me out—Jack with his unpredictable flame techniques that had dominated the Arena Combat event, Lucifer with his perfect score in the Knowledge Trial. I felt the familiar burn of determination in my chest. The Crown Challenge was where it would truly matter.

Rachel approached, her uniform perfectly pressed, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Third place," she said, bumping my shoulder with hers. "Should I be impressed or disappointed?" Despite her teasing, there was warmth in her eyes that was reserved for our private moments.

"Save your judgment until after the Crown Challenge," I replied, returning her smile with one of my own. "Fifth isn't bad yourself."

She laughed, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Just close enough to keep you looking over your shoulder. Exactly where I want to be." Her expression softened momentarily. "This is going to change things, isn't it? All of us competing directly against each other."

Before I could answer, Cecilia joined us, her uniform immaculate as always. The tactical display on her wrist contrasted sharply with the formal uniform, a small concession to practicality that the proctors allowed.

"Analyzing your competition, Rachel?" she asked, her voice carrying its usual precise tone, though her eyes held a familiar affection when they turned to me. "Or just staking your claim?"

"Both," Rachel replied with a grin. "Though I think all four of us established our claims a while ago."

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "And yet here we stand, ranked separately, about to face the Crown Challenge."

"Speaking of which," Rose's voice came from behind as she approached our group. Unlike the rest of us, her uniform had that deliberately casual look—top button undone, tie slightly loose—that somehow made her stand out more than those who followed regulations to the letter. "Anyone else notice Seraphina sacrificed her standing to boost Arthur in the Tactical Simulation?"

All eyes turned to where Seraphina stood a short distance away, her silver hair pulled back in a regulation bun, the uniformity of her appearance only making her natural elegance more striking. As if sensing our attention, she looked over, nodded once, and began walking toward us.

"Strategy," Cecilia said simply. "She's playing a longer game."

"Aren't we all," Rachel murmured, her hand briefly brushing mine before she stepped back to make room in our circle for Seraphina.

"Congratulations to all of you," Seraphina said as she joined us, her cool composure a counterpoint to Rachel's fiery intensity. Though she addressed the group, her eyes lingered on me with an intensity that communicated volumes. "Particularly Arthur. Third is an excellent position from which to launch your final assault."

A hushed silence fell over the hall as Vice Headmaster Valerie von Lampez strode onto the central platform. Unlike the students in our formal blues, she wore a striking uniform of deep crimson—the color reserved for the highest-ranking instructors at Mythos. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, eyes scanning the room with precision.

"Congratulations to our twenty finalists," she announced, her voice carrying throughout the hall. "You've fought, you've strategized, you've demonstrated your abilities across five preliminary events. Now comes the true test."

The holographic display behind her shifted, revealing not a map but a single object rotating slowly in the air—a magnificent crown crafted of materials that seemed to both absorb and emit light, its seven spires reaching upward like flames frozen in time.

"The Crown Challenge," Valerie continued, "has evolved over generations, but its purpose remains unchanged—to identify not just skill, but worthiness. The Crown itself decides its bearer."

The hologram zoomed in, revealing intricate patterns etched into the Crown's surface.

"Each spire represents one of the seven virtues the Crown seeks: Courage, Wisdom, Resilience, Vision, Harmony, Conviction, and Sacrifice. Throughout the Challenge, the Crown will respond to your actions, your decisions, your very character."

She gestured, and the hologram expanded to show a vast, circular arena divided into seven equal sections, each bearing the symbol of one of the virtues.

"You will enter the Crown Arena simultaneously. Within, you will face trials embodying each virtue. These are not simple combat scenarios—they will test the totality of who you are. Your decisions matter more than your power."

Her gaze swept across our gathered faces, analyzing, calculating. "The Crown Arena shifts and responds to your collective presence. No two Challenges are identical. What remains constant is this: only three can reach the Heart of the Crown, where the final judgment occurs."

Rachel shifted beside me, her shoulder pressing against mine momentarily—a subtle gesture of support that didn't escape the notice of Cecilia, whose eyes narrowed slightly, or Rose, who smirked knowingly.

"You will each wear a Crown Shard," Valerie continued, holding up a small fragment that seemed to be made of the same material as the Crown itself. "It will resonate with your actions throughout the Challenge. If you are incapacitated or choose to withdraw, simply crush the Shard. Be advised—once you exit, there is no return."

The hologram shifted again, focusing on the center of the Arena.

She paused, then added with clear purpose, "The Crown is more than a symbol. It resonates with its chosen bearer, enhancing their natural talents and abilities for a full month following the Challenge and acting as a rare booster of talent even for Integration-rankers. The advantages this provides in your future endeavors should be obvious. Choose your path wisely."

The implications were immediate and electric. This wasn't just about prestige or academy standing—the Crown offered real power and advantage. I felt the tension in the room shift, sharpening into something more calculated. Alliances that might have formed out of convenience would now be weighed against the potential cost.

"You have four hours to rest and prepare," Valerie announced. "The Challenge begins promptly at 2 PM tomorrow. Use this time wisely."

As we were dismissed, Seraphina caught my eye across the crowd. She gave me a slight nod—our plan to work together, at least initially, still stood. Rose approached from my left, loosening her tie further with one finger.

"So it's business now," she said quietly. "I wouldn't mind seeing you take that Crown, but I'm not handing it to you."

"I wouldn't expect you to," I replied honestly.

Rachel appeared at my other side, close enough that our arms brushed. "We should talk strategy before this starts," she said, her voice pitched low. "All of us. There's more than one way to approach this."

"Agreed," Cecilia said, joining our impromptu circle. "The observation deck in thirty minutes. We need to analyze what we know about the Challenge before making any decisions."

As our group dispersed to prepare, I lingered, studying the holographic Crown one last time. Its seven spires seemed to pulse with possibility. I could almost feel the weight of it, the power it would bring. Third place was respectable. But I hadn't come here to be respectable.

I'd come to win.