Author Note: I nearly uploaded the unedited chapter instead of the newly edited one! That experience truly taught me the importance of sleep. I've been working on this chapter almost all day to hone my writing skills. However, I didn't anticipate it becoming this lengthy. I had expected us to be halfway through the story, but technically, we're still on episode 1. I don't want the fic to be excessively long, but I want the quality to shine. If writing a lot is necessary for that, I'm willing to do so. Having 7,000 words for this chapter seems a bit insane. It's quite late where I am, and I'm feeling extremely exhausted. In the next chapter, I will respond to the reviews from the previous one. I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has been following, favoriting, and reviewing my work. Reading your thoughts on the chapter is truly amazing and is one of the things that motivates me to continue writing. Thank you once again. Please remember to follow, favorite, and review, as it greatly helps with my motivation and the frequency of my uploads. Have a wonderful and awesome day!

Chapter 8

"Aiden," Jack's voice cut through the air, jolting Aiden from his contemplation. Aiden's eyes emerged from the confined space of his titan's cockpit, meeting Jack's gaze.

They stood in the hangar, a familiar haven that Aiden knew intimately. Despite his limited view from within the cockpit, the surroundings had etched themselves into his memory. The distinct aroma of oil permeated the air, a comforting scent that spoke of countless hours spent amidst the machinery.

The cacophony of House Harmony's engineers reverberated around them, the relentless flurry of activity filling the hangar. Drills buzzed, iPads were tapped, and scanners whirred as the technicians meticulously inspected the titans. It was a last-minute scramble, preparing for the imminent battle that would determine their fate.

Guel's declaration loomed over them like a specter, the weight of potential expulsion and the ruin of House Harmony bearing down on their shoulders. Aiden closed his eyes, his hand rising to his face. "Too much," he murmured under his breath. The past few days had been a whirlwind of chaotic events.

Recovering the Titans, confronting the relentless bugs, encountering the enigmatic Suletta—all of it had pushed Aiden to the edge. And now, with House Jetturk poised as their formidable opponents, the pressure was suffocating. He removed his hand, his false arm brushing against his skin, his heart pounding against the metallic core within him.

The expectations were palpable. Aiden couldn't afford to falter. Winning was the only option, a matter of survival. His gaze swept across the assembled crew, a group that once would have been formidable. They were a shadow of their former selves, lacking the resources and support they needed.

Engineers who would have fought alongside them in grand battles were scarce. The chains that once held the titans aloft now hung motionless, swaying gently in the gusts of the autumn wind that whistled through the hangar. Spent ammunition casings littered the floor, a stark reminder of their limited supplies.

Jack leaned against the edge of his cockpit door, his brown eyes reflecting off his glasses as he regarded Aiden. "Aiden," he called out once more.

Aiden's attention snapped back to Jack, confusion etched on his face. "You know that's a bad omen," Jack muttered. Aiden locked eyes with him, seeking an explanation. "A pilot's mind should never be clouded."

Aiden couldn't help but scoff. "Really?" he retorted, shaking his head as his helmet lay in his lap. He picked it up, his fingers rolling over the familiar contours. The armor they wore, pieced together from various sources, held a rugged and makeshift quality. But it was the helmets, remnants of their home planet, that held a deeper significance.

Even though Aiden was known for his agility as a pilot, employing orthodox tactics of speed, cover, and wall-running, his helmet told a different story. It had belonged to another pilot, Daniel, who had tragically lost his life. Aiden's fingers traced the scars and imperfections etched into its surface, remnants of battles long past.

Jack noticed Aiden's contemplation, watching as his friend's fingers glided over the deactivated visor that once blazed with vibrant blue light. Aiden's blue eyes met Jack's gaze, and he posed a question that lingered in the air. "You ever wonder why we did this?"

Jack pondered for a moment, unsure if the question was rhetorical. Eventually, he sighed, his gaze fixed on the helmet. "It was Deacon's idea," Jack murmured. "Every warband under the scattered Militias of Harmony needed something to set them apart." He gestured towards the helmet. "Deacon was one of the few who walked the scorched earth of Harmony after the bombs. He said that over his hometown, lightning crackled and danced, illuminating the ruins."

Jack shifted his attention back to Aiden, sensing there was more to his friend's musings. Aiden remained fixated on the helmet, his thoughts a mystery. Was it Harmony, the impending duel, or perhaps the enigmatic girl that occupied his mind?

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Jack inquired.

Aiden shrugged, his voice tinged with bitterness, his teeth clenched. "I'm used to taking orders, being told what to do," he replied curtly. He stared at the helmet, his grip tightening. "Before, I thought I was a soldier, a warrior. I believed that embracing anger and vengeance would lead me to victory. And it did, I know that. But now, I..." His voice trailed off, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions.

Harmony, the looming duel, and Suletta—all swirled within his mind. The remnants of his shattered homeworld, the suffocating fear of failure clouding his thoughts, and Suletta with her hauntingly beautiful features etched into his memory for three long years. But now, her eyes reflected fear.

Eyes widened in terror, tears glistening in the corners, she recoiled, covering her ears to escape his anguished screams. Suletta didn't know him, and the way she looked at him... she was afraid. How could she not be? Aiden tightened his grip on the helmet. He was just a soldier, destined to die on another battlefield or merge into the faceless ranks of the warband. He held no honor, and he knew it.

Yet, her face continued to haunt him, leaving Aiden adrift in uncertainty.

"Is this about the girl?" Jack's sudden question caught Aiden off guard, and he winced as he met his friend's gaze. "Don't think I don't see it. Your expressions give you away," Jack sighed, his hand covering his face. "What are you doing, Aiden?"

Aiden stared back, a mix of shock and turmoil in his eyes.

Jack pressed on, his words slicing through the air with a mix of concern and frustration. "You're acting real weird, man," he continued. "I get it, Suletta is a fine-looking girl. Yeah, she's shy, but I can see why you're so into her. But you're not yourself lately, and she's at the center of it all."

Aiden shot Jack a piercing look, his brows furrowing as Jack's eyes narrowed in challenge. "Look at that," Jack waved his hand dismissively. "Now you're mad at me for simply stating the obvious."

"She's not to blame here, and I won't let you pin it on her," Aiden asserted firmly.

Jack sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. "Simp," he retorted.

Aiden nearly jumped out of his chair, anger simmering beneath the surface. "What are you gonna do?" he fired back.

Jack paused, his own defiance waning as Aiden settled back into his seat. "Exactly," Jack retorted, watching as Aiden wrapped his arms around himself. A sneer crept onto Jack's face. "It's all about the girl, can't you see that, bro?" Jack shook his head, disappointment seeping into his voice. "I could've seen it coming with Oscar, if he got too hung up on some girl. Or even Deacon with that girl from Earth House. But you? I didn't expect her to have such a hold on you. What's happening to you?"

Aiden glanced at him briefly, but then averted his gaze, his grip tightening on the helmet. He fastened it securely, the visor igniting with a vibrant blue glow, casting Jack's features in its eerie light.

"She's consuming your thoughts, I bet," Jack lectured, his gaze fixed on Aiden. "I bet you don't even realize how deeply she's rooted in your mind. I never expected a shy girl like her to be another Cecilia."

Jack abruptly turned his head, drawn by the snapping and shouting of engineers swarming around Aiden's left arm. The hiss of power tools filled the air as they swiftly worked to attach the new limb to Aiden's titan. "You've got a whole house of people here, all striving to make something of themselves," Jack sneered in response. "And you're letting thoughts of this girl cloud your mind before the battle ahead. What a damn disgrace," he snapped.

He whirled back towards Aiden. "I'm gonna give you some advice, something Cecilia taught me," Jack spat, venom dripping from his words. He made his way out of the cockpit, scaling the titan's exterior, his message echoing in Aiden's mind. "A girl like that, she'll only distract you from reaching your full potential. She'll dig deep into your core and make you feel like shit. And then she'll try to change you. In the end, you can only rely on yourself, and no one else. Don't fuck this up, because we're all counting on you."

No response came from Aiden. Jack sneered in disdain. "Don't forget your shield and your new ability," he taunted, slamming the cockpit door shut. Aiden took a deep breath, Jack's words reverberating through his mind. He had lost his focus, allowing his thoughts to drift back to that strange girl from his past, and he couldn't forget the fear she had instilled in him.

"Is this it?" Aiden murmured to himself, his palm resting on his helmet. "Is this what that vision years ago was trying to warn me about?"

Aiden drew in a deep breath, attempting to suppress the tumultuous thoughts swirling within him. But instead of finding solace, he felt a dark presence unfurling deep within his core, a gnawing fear that clawed at the pit of his stomach.

His mind drifted back to that pivotal moment on the boat with Deacon, when he had bared his soul and confessed the depth of his feelings for Suletta. Yet, he realized now that Deacon had failed to grasp the true magnitude of his vision—the kiss of death. Aiden understood that the destruction it foretold was all-encompassing, a terrifying revelation that haunted him. Perhaps he had fixated too much on the positive aspects of the vision, and Deacon had missed the underlying message. His visions were often metaphorical, symbolizing the death of a part of himself, but the demise of one's identity remained a profoundly unsettling prospect.

Still, his grip remained steadfast on the helmet, even after three long years since that fateful moment on the surgical table. The vision persisted, vivid and tangible, as though it were an indelible part of reality itself. The chilling embrace of cold against his exposed wounds and scarred skin, his gaze fixed on the bleeding red sunrise while Suletta's tears cascaded down her face in agonizing sobs, amid the backdrop of a desolate world stained crimson with his own blood. He could recall the delicate touch of his trembling left hand, combing through strands of crimson hair, and the weary, yet affectionate smile that curved his lips as he caressed the tanned canvas of her cheek. The memory of holding her as his life slipped away in her arms...

Aiden's eyes slammed shut as his cockpit roared to life. His hands gripped the controls, seeking solace and control amidst the tempest raging within. He was a seer, his visions had proven fallible before, though rarely. He had convinced himself that Suletta was either a figment of a troubled child soldier's imagination or a haunting nightmare. Sometimes his visions were enigmatic, their meanings veiled and open to interpretation. That was the reasoning he clung to, and it had been substantiated on numerous occasions.

Yet, as he squeezed the fingers on his left hand, he couldn't dismiss the undeniable reality before him. He had been told not to worry, that the vision was mistaken, a fabrication of his own mind. A weary sigh escaped the confines of the worn rebreather within his helmet as he prepared himself, checking the vital signs and status of his vessel. The one who had uttered those comforting words, the one who had been the subject of that vision...now, he bore his helmet.

The duel unfolded with swift precision. Deacon stood by the window, clutching the radio to his ear, his eyes fixated on the spectacle before him. The rest of the dueling committee leaned in, their anticipation palpable. The dueling ring morphed and transformed, transposing the battleground onto a desolate moon nestled within the cosmic expanse.

It bore a striking resemblance to Earth's ancient lunar surface, a barren landscape untouched by time. Guel's Dilanza mech stood defiantly, positioned across from Aiden's formidable titan. They stood as mirror images, shimmering with an aura of perfect opposition.

The tension in the air crackled like electricity, each combatant poised to unleash their arsenal of destruction. The stage was set for an epic clash, a battle that would decide the fate of their warring factions. The echoes of their footsteps reverberated, mixing with the anxious whispers of spectators.

Guel's magenta-colored mech stood proudly, adorned with intricate decorative elements and a striking headpiece. It exuded an air of skill and unshakable self-confidence, solidifying Guel's reputation as Asticassia's finest pilot.

In contrast, Aiden's titan was a patchwork of salvaged parts. The Monarch-class chassis formed its foundation, while the mechanical arms, borrowed from the Tone chassis, featured reinforced shoulder guards reminiscent of medieval knights in their defensive stance. However, it was Aiden's left hand that stood out, bulkier and distinct from its counterpart, housing the newly installed flame shield ability. The composition of their mechs spoke of their divergent paths and styles.

Aiden sighed, his grip firm on the chainsword in one hand and the plasma pistol in the other. Both weapons were adjusted to minimize harm, designed to inflict only minor damage on the opposing mech and its pilot. "They're not making a move yet," Shaddiq commented, joining Deacon's side as they both peered through the window, fixated on the confrontation unfolding within the dueling arena.

The two mechs stood motionless, locked in a tense stalemate. Their gazes locked, each pilot assessing the other's next move. Guel wielded his Beam Partizan, a fearsome laser glaive that emitted a vibrant green beam of power from its mighty grip. Shaddiq's observation sparked a sense of curiosity within him. "Strange," he mused to himself.

Deacon couldn't help but share Shaddiq's bewilderment. Aiden's behavior defied his expectations. He displayed an uncharacteristic patience, his lone titan's blue beam eye tracking Guel's every maneuver as the rival mech circled the arena. "What are you up to, Aiden?" Deacon whispered, his brow glistening with sweat. He glanced briefly at Shaddiq before redirecting his attention.

"What's so strange?" Deacon queried, annoyance lacing his words, his gaze narrowing in on Shaddiq.

Shaddiq raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, a smile playing on his lips. "Nothing, President Deacon. But I can't help but notice that both boys are acting out of character. Guel is taking his time to study Aiden, and Aiden is doing the same."

Deacon winced at the thought, his eyes drawn back to the unmoving mechs that refused to exchange blows. Yet, he heard it—the whirring of Aiden's chainsword, its fierce roar resonating through the room. Aiden leveled his plasma pistol at Guel's mech, a direct threat, and yet Guel's machine remained unfazed, undeterred.

Deacon's confusion lingered, leaving him at a loss for words or actions. He fumbled with his radio. "Aiden," he called out.

"Yeah," Aiden's voice responded, annoyance lacing his words, clearly detectable.

"What are you doing?" Deacon pressed, searching for answers.

But Aiden remained silent. His titan stood in contemplation, mirroring Guel's own stillness, as if locked in a silent conversation between two formidable opponents.

The spectators, faculty members, and fellow students gathered in the dorms, communal areas, and across the campus, their eyes fixed on the duel between Guel and Aiden. It was a spectacle of rapid fascination, with the mystery and anticipation swirling in the air. Who would emerge victorious in this clash of titans?

Guel, the Holder and Ace, was the first to break the stillness. His magenta-colored mech lunged forward with breathtaking speed, closing the gap between him and Aiden's titan. The ground trembled beneath them, a prelude to the imminent collision. Aiden's senses sharpened, his grip on his weapons tightening as he prepared for the impending clash.

Guel's Beam Partizan shimmered, its vibrant green beam slashing toward Aiden's titan. But Aiden was ready. With a swift movement, he parried the blow with his chainsword, creating an arching clash that sent both mechs recoiling as they landed on the simulated stone and moon rock of the artificial arena.

Aiden didn't waste a moment. He swiftly extended his arm, the plasma pistol firing rapid shots that struck Guel's shield head-on. The impact reverberated through Guel's mech, but he shook off the assault and charged forward, thrusting the length of the polearm in a stabbing motion aimed at Aiden.

"He's got him now," Guel's brother exclaimed, watching from the window, his gaze fixed on Guel's titan gripping the spear with both hands. The thought seemed to linger in the minds of everyone present. Yet, not a single member of House Harmony felt the weight of this possibility.

"Too slow," Deacon murmured under his breath, his words caught by Shaddiq's ears. Shaddiq turned to see Deacon wearing a smirk on his face.

Aiden's eyes widened, his heart pounding faster. In a surge of determination and willpower, he manipulated the controls of his titan, maneuvering it to the side with a burst of electric energy crackling along its metal frame, narrowly avoiding the incoming strike.

With a mighty leap, Aiden propelled himself away in a graceful mantis jump. The mech's footfalls kicked up artificial dust as it landed, Aiden dropping to one knee. His blade embedded into the simulated moon surface, and he faced off against Guel once again. Both weapons poised, Guel's spear aimed at him, while Aiden's blade remained lodged in the faux moon.

"What!" Guel's brother shouted, incredulous. His gaze snapped to Deacon, whose smirk had grown wider. "That's impossible, how could he…"

"Titans have always been more agile than you think," Deacon lectured, his gaze shifting to the members of the dueling committee. "Your mechs may be more durable and stronger, but they can never surpass the athleticism and agility of a titan. We, of House Harmony, have established the closest bond with our machines since the gund-format."

Deacon spoke with pride, his eyes returning to Aiden. He could envision Aiden's sweat-soaked form as he gazed ahead. "Good job, Aiden," Deacon murmured with a sigh, sweat dripping from his brow. He stared ahead at the battle unfolding before him. "Fight on. For harmony, for us, for Suletta."

Deacon's voice rang out, resonating through the room. His hand pressed against the window as he watched Aiden's mech rise from the ashes, the young pilot steeling himself to face Guel once more. Suletta and Miorine stood alongside Deacon, their eyes locked on the intense duel playing out before them.

"Aiden's got this... grace about him in that machine," Suletta muttered absentmindedly, her voice timid and unsure.

Miorine turned her gaze towards the peculiar girl. "What do you mean by that?"

Suletta's eyes darted away, her hands clasping tightly in her lap. "I was just thinking... It reminded me of how Aerial and I can be sometimes, you know? Like finding comfort in the home we create within our mechs."

Miorine listened intently, her own gaze drifting to the screen. She hadn't considered mech fighting from that perspective before. Suletta's words resonated with her, bringing to mind the tenderness she had experienced in Aerial's embrace before Suletta's heroic rescue.

As the duel unfolded before them, Miorine couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in the way Guel piloted his mech. There was no finesse, no elegance—just an overwhelming desire to win at all costs. But Aiden... he approached his mech with a different kind of intention, as if his life and the machine were intricately linked.

"Hey, Suletta," Miorine turned to the girl, her tone softened. Suletta eagerly faced her, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

Suletta stuttered, her voice tinged with shyness. "Sure, Ms. Miorine," she stammered. "This is the first time you've asked me for anything. What can I help you with?"

Suletta's genuine joy and eagerness brought a slight sly smile to Miorine's face. She sighed, feeling a sense of responsibility towards the younger girl. "First, you need to stop with the 'Mr.' and 'Ms.' for people who are hardly older or younger than you. It freaks them out, you know? Remember how Deacon told you to stop calling him Mr.?"

Fear flickered across Suletta's expression as her eyes darted towards Deacon. "Do you think that...?"

Miorine swiftly interrupted, noticing the anxiety welling up within Suletta. "No, no, he definitely thinks you're weird," Miorine replied bluntly, seeing the relief wash over Suletta's features. "But don't worry about it. You're harmless weird, and it might bug some people, but right now, that's the least of your concerns."

Though Suletta still appeared unconvinced, she recognized the truth in Miorine's words. Her gaze returned to the window, watching the two mechs lock in a fierce battle once again.

The tension on the battlefield was palpable as Guel and Aiden's mechs engaged in a deadly duel. Each pilot showcased their skill and prowess, their mechs moving with precision and agility, a deadly dance between man and machine.

Guel, with his magenta-painted mech, swiftly drew his Beam Rifle, a formidable weapon developed for MS units. The weapon hummed with raw energy as he took aim at Aiden's titan, his finger hovering above the trigger. Aiden, ever vigilant, prepared to evade the incoming attack, his eyes locked on his opponent's every move.

Guel's finger clenched around the trigger, and a concentrated surge of energy erupted from the Beam Rifle. The searing beam sliced through the air, aiming straight at Aiden's titan. Aiden's instincts kicked in, and he maneuvered his titan with an almost supernatural grace, narrowly evading the lethal blast.

Unfazed, Guel recalibrated his aim, unleashing another shot with unyielding determination. The beam tore through the battlefield, forcing Aiden to push his titan to its limits in a daring display of evasion. The air crackled with electric tension as the beam missed its mark by a hair's breadth, leaving destruction in its wake.

Aiden's resolve burned brighter than ever as he closed the gap between him and Guel. With a fierce roar, he activated his Flame Shield, the scorching heat enveloping his titan. The shield shimmered with radiant energy, deflecting any incoming attacks with an incandescent glow.

"What!" Guel's brother bellowed, his eyes fixated on the intense battle. "Those... they weren't supposed to..."

However, Deacon erupted into hearty laughter. "Oh, I know your game," he chortled, pointing an accusatory finger as Guel's brother seethed with frustration. "You dug through old House Harmony archives, but you never realized that Aiden had an ace up his sleeve!"

Undeterred, Guel pivoted his mech with precision, his mind sharp and focused. He swiftly adjusted his strategy, relying on the rapid-fire capability of his Beam Rifle. Brilliant beams of energy streaked through the air, challenging Aiden to maintain his nimble and evasive maneuvers. The battlefield erupted with stunning displays of power.

Seizing a daring opportunity, Aiden unleashed a counterstrike. He closed in on Guel's mech, his chainsword buzzing with anticipation. With calculated precision, he aimed to sever Guel's Beam Rifle, to slice the weapon in two and cripple his opponent.

The chainsword sliced through the air with a menacing hum, its gleaming blade brimming with raw force. Guel, ever vigilant, parried the attack with his Spike Shield, the sharp spike meeting the deadly arc of the chainsword. The clash reverberated across the battlefield as the two warriors strained against each other, their strength evenly matched.

Aiden's determination intensified as he poured every ounce of his energy into the assault. With an overwhelming surge of power, he channeled his strength into the chainsword, inching closer to rending Guel's Beam Rifle. The strain on Guel's mech was palpable as the weapon trembled under the immense pressure.

The air crackled with anticipation as the fate of the Beam Rifle hung in precarious balance. Aiden's focus remained unyielding as he channeled his will into the strike. With one final burst of energy, the chainsword cleaved through the Beam Rifle, severing it in a shower of sparking fragments.

Silence descended upon the battlefield, if only for a fleeting moment, as the halves of the shattered Beam Rifle clattered to the ground. Aiden's chainsword stood unwavering, its power still thrumming with unbridled potential. Guel's mech, though momentarily disarmed, stood tall as a testament to his resilience.

They faced each other, locked in an intense standoff, while Deacon's smirk stretched from ear to ear. Guel's Beam Rifle was no more, and both his Spike Shield and Energy Shield were battered and worn. Deacon's eyes narrowed, taking note of the holstered plasma pistol on Aiden's titan's thigh, and the chainsword's energetic hum.

"Keep it up, Aiden," Deacon's voice crackled through the radio. "If this becomes a melee, use that plasma pistol to breach his remaining shields. Your swordsmanship speaks for itself. Unleash the fury of your chainsword and hack him apart!"

However, the silence remained unbroken, leaving Aiden's titan to drift its lone eye towards the dueling committee. "What is he up to?" Shaddiq inquired, his gaze fixated once again on Deacon.

"I... I don't know," Deacon stammered, his eyes widening moments later as he witnessed Aiden retrieve the plasma pistol and fling it far into the distance. It sailed across the simulated lunar landscape, leaving them all perplexed. "What the fuck?" Deacon muttered under his breath, his mind reeling.

A chill ran down Deacon's spine as he stared, scarcely able to believe his eyes. For a moment, he questioned his own sanity and...

"Looks like he wants an honorable fight, with swords," Shaddiq chuckled to himself, while Deacon's mouth remained agape.

Aiden's titan gripped the sword with both hands, the chainsword humming with electrifying power as his gaze fixated on Guel's mech. "Come at me," he declared, assuming a resolute stance, his grip firm and the melodious whir of the chainsword springing to life.

Guel reclaimed his glaive, uncertainty evident in his eyes. "Why are you doing this, Aiden?" Deacon finally managed to speak, his mouth still hanging open in disbelief.

Aiden swung the chainsword with calculated precision, aiming to deliver a decisive blow to Guel's mech. Guel, equally skilled, deflected the attack with his laser glaive, the beam blade emitting a vibrant green radiance.

The two pilots circled each other, their movements a dance of fluidity and strategy. Each strike was met with a counter, their timing impeccable, their skill undeniable. The battlefield transformed into a maelstrom of flashing blades and crackling energy as they pushed each other to their limits.

Guel launched a rapid onslaught of strikes, his laser glaive slicing through the air with blinding speed. Aiden parried each blow with agility, responding with his own powerful strikes, the chainsword biting into Guel's mech's armor. The impact reverberated across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath them.

Their motions blended power and grace, a symphony of combat expertise. Aiden's determination blazed like an inferno as he channeled his energy into each swing, determined to prove his worth against Guel, the finest pilot in Asticassia.

Undeterred, Guel matched Aiden's every move with finesse and precision. He seamlessly transitioned between defense and offense, exploiting any opening in Aiden's defense with lightning-fast strikes. The laser glaive blazed with emerald energy, leaving trails of vivid light in its wake.

As the duel escalated, the crowd stood in awe, captivated by the spectacle of skill and determination. Faculty members and students gathered around holographic screens, their eyes fixed on the clash between these two formidable adversaries.

Suletta's teal eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the unfolding spectacle on the screen. The members of the dueling committee, the faculty, and anyone else witnessing the duel were transfixed by the mesmerizing display. Sparks ignited, illuminating the dueling center like miniature suns, as the steel and laser forged paths through the artificial battlefield.

Aiden's mind became consumed by the battle, his senses attuned to every move Guel made. He meticulously analyzed Guel's every twitch, searching for the slightest vulnerability to exploit. With a surge of adrenaline, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, his chainsword whirling through the air like a deadly cyclone. Guel, a master of his craft, skillfully parried each blow, his laser glaive meeting Aiden's attacks with unwavering precision.

The clash of their weapons reverberated through the battlefield, the collision of metal sparking with a surge of electric energy. Aiden's determination burned bright within him, driving him forward, his attacks growing more relentless with each passing moment. He refused to yield, fighting with an unyielding resolve that seemed to ignite from deep within his soul.

Guel, undeterred by Aiden's assault, met his every strike with calculated grace. His laser glaive danced through the air, striking with deadly accuracy, a testament to his unwavering confidence. The battlefield transformed into an arena of skill and determination, the dueling mechs locked in a fierce struggle, their movements fluid and precise.

As the duel reached its apex, a surge of energy surged through Aiden's veins. With a burst of strength, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, his chainsword biting into Guel's mech's armor, sending showers of sparks cascading into the air. The impact fueled his drive, and Aiden pressed forward, seizing the advantage he had gained.

Guel's laser glaive clashed against the chainsword with unyielding determination. Their mechs engaged in a tumultuous struggle, the power of their weapons colliding in a dazzling display of energy. Neither pilot showed any signs of backing down, their determination propelling them to new heights of skill and resolve.

The battle raged on, their movements becoming a blur of speed and intensity. Each strike was met with a swift counter, their blades swirling through the air with a ferocity that bordered on the supernatural. Yet, it was Guel who spotted the elusive opening, the split-second vulnerability that could turn the tide.

With instincts honed to razor-sharp precision, Guel seized the moment. His keen eyes detected the fleeting weakness in Aiden's defenses, and he wasted no time. In one fluid motion, he launched a powerful strike with his laser glaive, the convergence-rate beam blade gleaming with a vibrant green hue.

The beam blade sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, aimed directly at Aiden's mech. Caught momentarily off guard, Aiden attempted to deflect the attack with his chainsword. But Guel's strike was too swift, too precise to be thwarted.

The convergence-rate beam blade connected with a resounding impact, cutting through Aiden's mech's armor like a hot knife through butter. A shower of sparks erupted as the formidable weapon tore into the metal, leaving a visible gash along the chassis. The force of the strike sent a surge of energy coursing through Aiden's titan, momentarily staggering him.

Caught off balance, Aiden struggled to regain control, his mech spinning out of control through the air. The battlefield became a blur of motion as he fought against the disorienting whirlwind, his mind racing to counter the sudden onslaught. The crowd stood in stunned silence, witnessing the triumph of Guel's precision and power, a testament to his status as Asticassia's most formidable pilot.

Aiden crashed to the ground with a bone-jarring impact, his titan's chassis absorbing the brunt of the fall. The chainsword spiraled out of his hands, clattering onto the battlefield. The room fell into an uneasy silence as everyone held their breath, their gazes fixed on Aiden's fallen mech. Deacon's voice crackled through the radio, his concern palpable. "Aiden... Are you okay?" he called out.

An undercurrent of fear rippled through the room. Even with the strict rules governing duels, accidents were always a lingering threat. The sight of Aiden's battered titan sent a shiver down their spines. Aiden's voice pierced the silence, his words laced with frustration. "Fuck..." he muttered.

The room watched with bated breath as Aiden's titan struggled to move, its movements sluggish and labored. Deacon let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Aiden's survival. "How are you holding up?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

"Peachy," Aiden chuckled, though a violent cough racked through his body, causing him to wince in pain. Blood trickled from his lower lip, evidence of the impact. "That bastard knocked the damn wind out of me, and he popped my lip."

His voice, filled with a mix of bravado and pain, resonated in the dueling committee's room. The broken glass of his visor revealed the extent of his injuries, a testament to the force of the fall. "I think..." Aiden hesitated, gathering his thoughts amidst the dizziness. "I think I have a concussion."

The room fell into stunned silence as they absorbed Aiden's words. The gravity of his injury was undeniable, yet Aiden spoke with an unsettling calmness, as if suffering a severe head injury was just another inconvenience of the day. Deacon, his concern deepening, pressed further. "What are you thinking right now, Aiden?"

Aiden's pause hung heavy in the air, and then the sound of faint sobbing filtered through the microphone, causing Deacon's expression to tighten with anguish. "I'm... sorry," he choked out.

"No," Deacon attempted a smile, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're going to be okay. You can still win this, and..."

"I fucked up," Aiden's words spilled forth, tears streaming down his face. His gaze remained fixated on the ground, his ears picking up the approaching footsteps of Guel's mech. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Guel would destroy the beacon attached to his titan, sealing his victory.

"I can't get up. I can hardly fucking see a thing in front of me..." Aiden's voice quivered with frustration. His vision swam, blood continuing to trickle down his lip as he desperately clawed at the controls. Deacon knew deep down that he had a decision to make, that he could end the duel and prioritize Aiden's well-being. But he also knew... he knew that Aiden had endured far worse. He could still fight, he could still push through.

"I don't care anymore!" Deacon's voice crackled through the radio, his words resolute. All eyes turned to him, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Aiden, tap into your powers... unleash them on Guel, but don't kill him!"

A murmur of confusion rippled through the room at the mention of powers. Cecilia's features contorted into a mischievous smirk. "You boys from Harmony House are all so strange," she muttered, a glint of anticipation in her eyes.

Cecilia's laughter echoed through the room, but Shaddiq and Elan regarded Aiden with curiosity. There was an unusual undertone in his voice, a hesitation that hinted at a man pushed to his limits. They were familiar enough with House Harmony to recognize the implications of such a demeanor, knowing what it meant to back one of them into a corner.

"No!" Aiden snapped, his voice cutting through the tension.

"What?" Deacon retorted, his voice laced with frustration. "You fucking idiot. Use your powers... get that bastard. I don't..."

"I won't have her afraid of me!" Aiden's declaration silenced everyone in the room.

"Huh," Suletta murmured, catching Miorine's attention as their eyes locked.

Deacon sighed, running a hand through his blond locks, uncertain of how to respond. Aiden's experience with Suletta Mercury was something he had never personally encountered or could fully comprehend. Aiden had harbored feelings for a girl who had saved his life for three years, yet she remained unaware of his existence. All the emotions and dreams he had invested in a future with Suletta had never come to fruition.

"I can't even fucking blame her," Aiden exclaimed, a horrified chuckle escaping him. "What do I have to show for all the time I've been here, huh, Deacon?" He raised his fist, extending his fingers one by one. "First off, I went off on my own and nearly got killed by some fucking alien insect. I destroyed three titans, disobeyed direct orders, and now... I'm fighting the goddamn champion of this school. It's only been three days, and I've fucked up... everything!"

His words pierced the air like a scream, the anguish in his voice palpable. Aiden desperately tried to regain control, his hand trembling as he reached for the controls. But his vision was dotted with stars, the extent of his head injury becoming painfully clear.

"Who wouldn't be afraid of me?" Aiden spat, his tone bitter. "I beat the living crap out of Guel, and I would have done far worse if Suletta hadn't stopped me. And I would have done it again if I hadn't realized how terrified I made her. I'm a horrible person." His throat burned with the weight of his words, and he ripped off his broken helmet, letting it bounce against the canopy.

"I'm a fuck-up," Aiden repeated softly, his eyes narrowing with self-condemnation. "I've dragged everyone into this mess, even Suletta, who had nothing to do with any of it. I should have listened to you, Deacon, and all of this could have been avoided. Now, everyone's going to get expelled, and it's all my fault..."

Aiden closed his eyes, tears still trickling down his face, but he fought to maintain his grip on the controls. His hands trembled as he struggled to hold on, his mind racing. And then, through the titan, Suletta's voice echoed, breaking through the turmoil.

"I think you're too hard on yourself, Aiden," her words resonated, offering a glimmer of solace in the darkness.

Suletta's voice quivered as she mustered the courage to speak, her timid nature evident in her hesitant words. The radio was handed to her by Deacon, who tapped his foot anxiously on the faux wood floor, while Miorine observed her with a curious expression. The members of the dueling committee regarded her with a mix of confusion and uncertainty, their eyes fixed on her as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

"I-I... um... I've noticed the way you... uh, pilot your mech," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze darted around the room, unable to meet anyone's eyes directly. "It's... r-really impressive. Like, really, really impressive."

Suletta's voice cracked with nerves as she continued, her words tumbling out in a jumble. "I... um... I spoke to D-Deacon, and... he, um... told me things. And I... I thought it was all my fault, and... and I... I apologized, because I thought... I brought so much trouble to you and your friends, and... and... your House."

Her voice trailed off, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her skirt as she tried to find the right words. "I... I don't know you very well, Aiden," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "You... you're intense, and... it... it scared me, how far you were willing to go. I... I don't know why you... you care so much about me, but..."

Suddenly, her voice rose in pitch, a surprised gasp escaping her lips as her eyes widened. "Oh!" she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth. "I... I'm sorry. That was... um... unexpected. I didn't mean to interrupt. Please, continue."

Suletta's voice quivered with uncertainty as she tried to compose herself. "Um... I mean... y-you're too hard on yourself," she managed to say, her voice wavering. "M-maybe I... I was too quick to judge. You were trying to protect me, and... and you did. It's... it's admirable and brave, even though we barely know each other."

She let out a nervous laugh, her eyes darting away briefly before returning to Aiden's struggling mech. "I... um... I don't really know what to think about you boys from Harmony House," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Deacon seems kind but... but stressed. Oscar is... a bit much. Jack is... um... neutral, I guess. And you... you can be intense."

A sudden surprise caused her to jump, her hands flying to cover her mouth once again. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, her voice louder than intended. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... to react like that. It's just... um... unexpected, you know?"

Suletta took a deep breath, her voice regaining a hint of steadiness. "But I won't... I won't judge you based on... on surface appearances," she declared, her voice gaining a touch of determination. "This must be a... a difficult time for you, and... and I believe that... um... you're good people, who... who care for each other."

A small smile played on her lips as she finished speaking. "I think... um... I would like to stay at this school and... and get to know you all better. Maybe we can be... um... friends."

Miorine stood in surprise, her eyes widening as she observed Suletta's uncharacteristic assertiveness, it was a stuttering jumbled mess, but it was still assertive. Deacon, too, wore a surprised expression, as if he had seen a completely different side of Suletta. Perhaps there was more to this shy girl than meets the eye.

Wild strands of purple electricity crackled and danced across Aiden's mech, casting an eerie glow upon the battlefield. The air pulsed with energy, charged with an otherworldly force that defied explanation. It was a power beyond the comprehension of Guel and all those present.

Embracing the newfound surge of power within him, Aiden focused his telekinetic abilities. His arm extended, palm outstretched, as he unleashed a devastating strike toward Guel. The invisible force collided with Guel's mech, sending it hurtling through the air with an earth-shattering impact.

The ground trembled as Guel's titan crashed against the battlefield, scattering debris in its wake. Silence engulfed the scene, broken only by the crackle of residual energy that hung in the air like a foreboding omen.

The onlookers stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief and awe. Aiden's display of power had shattered all expectations, pushing the boundaries of what was known. The flickering purple electricity continued to dance around his mech, a testament to the untapped potential that lay within him.

Aiden took a moment to steady himself, his breaths deliberate and measured. The rush of newfound power both exhilarated and bewildered him, but he knew he had to maintain focus. The battle was far from over, and he had to harness this extraordinary ability to its fullest extent.

The crowd watched in a mixture of wonder and trepidation as Aiden's display of power unfolded before them. The crackling electricity seemed to possess a life of its own, enhancing his strength and granting him an undeniable advantage. It was a manifestation of power that defied logic, a testament to the unexplored depths of Aiden's abilities.

"What in the world was that?" Shaddiq exclaimed, his shock palpable. Deacon turned toward them all, a knowing smirk on his face. With a pointed finger, he pressed against the window, the torrents of electricity warping around Aiden's titan like a storm of malevolence.

Their eyes widened with a mixture of astonishment and curiosity. Never before had they witnessed such a display of power, leaving them on the precipice of disbelief.

Deacon's smile widened as he tapped the glass, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Years ago," he began, his voice carrying a somber tone. "During the fall of Harmony, the militia was in desperate need of soldiers. Through bioengineering, cybernetics, and other unspeakable means, they plucked us from our homes and transformed us into young warriors, armed with the skills necessary to survive on the battlefield."

They turned to him, their faces etched with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. It was difficult to fathom the truth in his words, to comprehend the extent of the horrors they had endured.

Deacon's gaze shifted back toward Aiden's mech, his hand absentmindedly scratching at something concealed beneath his tangled locks. Miorine, ever perceptive, caught the fleeting glimpse of an unseen burden etched upon him.

His attention snapped back to the group, his smirk still in place. "Those of us who survived the surgeries became something more than what was intended. We became something... different," he clicked his fingers against the glass, their eyes darting back and forth between Aiden and Deacon. "There's a name for men like Aiden, for those who have opened their third eye and can see beyond the realm of ordinary perception. The Sons of Harmony have given them a name..."

The battlefield crackled with an electrifying energy, pulsating with the surge of Aiden's newfound telekinetic abilities. His mech trembled with anticipation as he locked his focused gaze upon his outstretched arm, palm upturned. And then, with a mere thought, he summoned his chainsword from afar.

The air crackled with anticipation as the chainsword responded to his command, hurtling through the air with astonishing speed. Aiden's mech extended its hand, deftly catching the weapon in a swift and precise motion. The electrified chainsword crackled with raw power, its blade pulsating with an otherworldly energy. Wild strands of lightning danced along its edge, casting a vivid illumination across the battlefield.

The spectators stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed upon the mesmerizing spectacle before them. Aiden raised the electrified chainsword high into the air, and the brilliant sparks of lightning cascaded around him, casting a surreal glow upon the surroundings. The colors shifted and swirled, a vibrant tapestry of purple and white that painted the battlefield in ethereal hues.

Aiden's determination burned bright within him as he held the electrified chainsword aloft. The sheer force of his telekinetic abilities transformed the weapon into a conduit of raw power. It crackled and hummed with wild electricity, a testament to the untamed potential that resided within him.

The spectators shielded their eyes from the blinding torrents of light, their gazes obscured by the brilliance. But Suletta, overcome by a mix of fear and curiosity, dared to uncover her palms and steal a glimpse. She watched as Deacon, his expression a mixture of awe and excitement, stared directly into the swirling storm of energy. And in that moment, Suletta found herself hearing the words from Deacon like a solemn chant.

"The Druids of Harmony."