Reborn with Eyes of Fate-Chapter 21: The Radiant Beasts

The moment their vessel touched the glowing sands of Light Elemental Island, a wave of intense pressure pressed against their skin—not harmful, but heavy with sacred intent. It was as if the island itself was testing them, judging their worth before even letting them take a step.

The beach was unlike any place they had been before. The sand was pearl-white and sparkled like crushed gemstones under the rising sun. Tall, crystalline trees swayed gently in a golden breeze, their translucent leaves humming with quiet energy. Beams of sunlight broke through the canopy above, refracted by hanging clusters of light crystals that pulsed softly with life.

"This place..." Naia whispered, her fingers running over a low-hanging crystal, "it's alive."

Lyria narrowed her eyes and adjusted the fire-scarlet armor Veyra had crafted for her. "Alive... and aware."

Sythara, standing just a few feet ahead, tilted her head toward the treeline. "We're not alone."

Evon stepped beside her, activating his Eyes of Fate. His pupils shimmered with light, and immediately he saw them—creatures hidden in the light, barely distinguishable from the environment itself. Large quadrupeds with plated wings, glowing manes, and golden eyes: Radiant Beasts. They watched silently from the trees, unmoving.

"They're waiting," Evon said. "Not attacking. Not approaching."

"Guardians?" Veyra asked, already mapping the terrain with her visor.

"Testers," Sythara replied. "They won't attack unless we provoke them... or try to pass."

Evon nodded. "Then we move carefully. Let's not start a fight we can avoid."

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Deeper Into the Island...

The group moved into the radiant forest, each step revealing new landscapes more majestic than the last. Streams of liquid light trickled through the soil like flowing stars. The trees thinned, revealing enormous floating platforms, each tethered to the earth by tendrils of golden energy. Ancient ruins floated midair, shining with inscriptions in unknown glyphs.

Veyra paused beneath one such platform. "These symbols... they're cybernetic overlays. But ancient, not like mine. Whoever built this place had tech far beyond our understanding."

Naia ran her hand across one. "They feel... divine."

Lyria rolled her shoulder, releasing a faint pulse of True Fire. "Whether divine or machine, it doesn't matter. We're being watched. And not just by beasts."

Evon turned slowly, his heart suddenly beating faster.

There, at the base of a sunlit arch, stood a lone figure. Tall. Radiant. Armored in mirrored gold, its face hidden beneath a glowing helm. Wings made of flowing crystal light pulsed from its back.

A Light Sentinel

"You have entered the domain of Radiance," it said, voice calm but thunderous. "Your journey is noted. Your fate will be tested. Proceed."

Then it vanished in a blink of refracted light.

"Was that a warning?" Naia asked softly.

"No," Evon said. "An invitation."

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As evening began to descend—though Light Elemental Island never truly grew dark—the group found shelter beneath a ring of crystalline arches that glowed faintly under moonlight. They built a small fire (though Lyria barely needed to summon a flame) and sat around it, the tension of the day slowly melting into curiosity.

"It's strange," Naia said, watching the flickering flames dance across her palm. "This island... it's not just powerful. It's intelligent."

"It's like every step we take is part of a greater trial," Sythara added. "But I wonder—who's the judge?"

Veyra looked up from a panel she was reprogramming. "Maybe it's not about judgment. Maybe it's about choice."

Evon leaned back, hands behind his head. "Then we'll face it. One challenge at a time."

Lyria smiled faintly. "And we'll burn through it, together."

As they laughed softly and watched light crystals blink like stars across the forest canopy.

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The night was quiet, but the island never truly slept. Light Elemental Island shimmered beneath the stars, its radiant plants gently glowing with hues of soft gold and silver. The ocean breeze brushed through the leaves, carrying with it a sense of peace and something more—anticipation.

Evon stood at the edge of their temporary camp, looking out across the luminous plains. His heart still echoed with the thrill of the day's battle, but now, warmth filled his chest for another reason. Behind him, laughter stirred, soft and musical.

Sythara was the first to approach him. Her draconic girl form was calm tonight, her black scales reflecting the ambient light like polished obsidian. But her expression was tender. She reached for his hand, and they stood side by side.

"You looked so alive out there today," she murmured. "I'm glad I could fight beside you... as myself."

Evon smiled. "I'm proud of you. Your power... it's incredible. But it's your heart I admire the most."

Sythara's eyes softened. "Tonight... I don't want to be a dragon. Just a woman, next to you."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they stood in silence, the starlight wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

Later, Naia joined them, carrying a small flask of chilled fruit nectar. She sat beside Evon, brushing her icy-blue hair behind her ear. Her aura glowed faintly, like frost kissing moonlight.

"I still feel it... the Immortal Water inside me," she whispered. "It's calm, but powerful. Like... you."

Evon chuckled. "That's a kind comparison."

Naia turned toward him, brushing her fingers across his cheek. "You give us strength, Evon. But you also give us warmth. You melted me, long before I awakened."

He took her hand gently and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"Then let's let the night flow like your river, calmly... together."

As time passed, Lyria emerged from the shadows near the fire, the flames playing in her crimson hair. She looked at them with a knowing smirk, but her eyes betrayed something deeper—love.

"I'm not used to quiet nights," she teased, settling on Evon's other side. "But tonight... I'm happy to share it with you."

Her fingers found his, and a warm heat bloomed between them.

"You've changed me," she whispered. "This True Fire... it's more than power. It's devotion."

Evon leaned in, his forehead touching hers. "You were always strong. Now you're just shining even brighter."

Lastly, Veyra stepped forward. Her cybernetic gaze flickered softly in the dark, her body draped in the flowing light-imbued cloth they found earlier on the island. She said nothing for a moment, just watching him.

"When I awakened... I saw a glimpse of what lies ahead," she said quietly. "But the future doesn't scare me anymore."

She walked to him, brushing a hand against his chestplate.

"Because I know you'll be there."

Evon pulled her into a gentle embrace. "Always. We'll walk toward that future together."

As the fire crackled, the four women sat with him beneath the stars. They leaned against him, touched his hands, his arms, their presence warm and content. Nothing rushed. No expectations. Just the beating of hearts and the glowing island embracing them.

For that one night, beneath the celestial light of Light Elemental Island, they weren't warriors or goddesses.

They were just five souls... bound by destiny, and the quiet, unspoken love blooming like fire, water, starlight, and machine.

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Sure! Because of length limits in a single response, I'll write Part 1 of the slow-paced, richly detailed 600-sentence mission encounter on Light Elemental Island. This part will establish the setting, team dynamics, and the beginning of their new challenge.

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The morning sun bled through the crystalline canopy of Light Elemental Island, scattering rays of gold and silver across the white-stoned terrain. Mist drifted lazily in the valleys below, glowing faintly with light energy. Birds with radiant feathers chirped melodious tunes that resonated with the very essence of the island.

Evon stood atop a sunlit ridge, gazing at the sparkling horizon. Behind him, his four companions approached—Sythara with her draconic grace, Lyria with her ember-lit steps, Naia walking lightly as if skating on air, and Veyra with her measured cybernetic confidence.

"This place is different," Naia murmured, squinting at the light-filtered forest ahead. "It's so... calm, but there's something underneath it."

Lyria nodded, her scarlet hair catching a sliver of the morning light. "The air tastes too pure. Like it's hiding something dangerous."

"I agree," Sythara said, her tone deeper and resonant. "This calm is a veil. The light magic here—it's deceptive."

Veyra's cyber eyes flickered. "Scanners detect strong fluctuations. Something's moving ahead—multiple heat signatures. Not friendly."

Evon turned, his black cloak flowing behind him. "Then it's time. Our goal is to investigate the heart of the island, uncover the source of the elemental corruption, and deal with any elite beasts in our path."

He stepped forward and glanced over his shoulder. "Stay sharp. And stay together."

They began their journey through the radiant forest.

The trees here didn't have bark but were made of translucent crystal, their leaves shimmering like molten glass. The ground was soft with light-blessed moss, and the very air shimmered faintly with magic.

Naia trailed a hand along a glowing vine. "It's beautiful here. Like a dream."

"Too beautiful," Veyra replied. "Dreams can be traps."

Lyria stretched her hand upward, catching one of the falling motes of light. It dissolved in her palm, leaving behind a faint warm glow. "Whatever is behind this magic, it's powerful. I can feel it resisting my fire."

Sythara sniffed the air, eyes narrowing. "Something is coming."

Without warning, a blinding flash burst from the foliage ahead—followed by a piercing screech.

"Scatter!" Evon commanded, drawing his twin daggers, his Eyes of Fate glowing faintly.

From the burst of light emerged a creature—an enormous feline-like beast with fur made of shifting golden strands and eyes of raw sunlight. Its tail crackled like a whip of lightning, and it moved so fast it almost vanished between blinks.

"Light Predator!" Veyra shouted. "Grade: Elite!"

Sythara transformed partially, wings flaring out and claws glowing. "I'll take its front!"

She dashed forward, clashing with the beast. Her claws met its radiant hide with a flash of sparks.

Evon circled around. "Naia, blind it with mist!"

"Got it!" Naia raised her arms, conjuring a field of sparkling water vapor. The beast's glowing eyes dimmed slightly as it growled, confused.

"Lyria, burn its path!" Evon called.

"I'll give it True Fire!" Lyria's hands ignited in scarlet flames, and she swept them forward. Waves of heat that didn't burn but *scorched* the soul raced toward the predator.

The beast roared in pain as the True Fire licked its form.

Veyra stepped forward. "Deploying Fire Armor. Syncing combat link."

In an instant, she was wrapped in red cybernetic plating, her gauntlets humming with stored kinetic energy. She dashed in and punched the beast with a force that left a crater in the ground.

Sythara leapt into the air and spun mid-flight, striking down with her tail. "Let's finish this quickly!"

The Light Predator reeled under the combined assault, but suddenly—

A second screech rang out.

Another Light Predator emerged from the trees, this one larger, its form surrounded by glowing chains of magic.

"This one's stronger," Evon said, stepping between his group and the new threat. "Get ready. This isn't over yet."

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Suddenly, Evon's gaze shifted and he moved quickly toward Veyra, who stood rooted beneath the radiant canopy, her armor pulsing dimly, almost painfully. Her shoulders trembled slightly despite the strength in her posture. Her breathing was uneven, and her gaze flickered with a mixture of fear and fury.

"Veyra?" Evon's voice was low but steady. "What's wrong? You look... miserable."

Veyra clenched her fists, lips pressed tight. Finally, she muttered, "I received another message last night. It said I can only use *ten percent* of my power here."

"What?" Evon frowned.

"That's not even the worst of it," she continued, eyes burning like corrupted circuits. "It also said I *can't* use this power to injure or fight any living being. If I try, I'll damage myself instead. I'm completely restricted... I can't fight."

Evon's expression hardened. "Is this because of the world's balance?"

Veyra looked down at her trembling hands, then away toward the distant second predator. "It has to be. My cyber warriors are too strong. Even in their base form, they're equal to elite monsters. My earlier moves already triggered some backlash. I can feel it under my skin—like chains wrapping tighter around my soul."

Her teeth grit. "So I'll just deploy them all. All thousand. If I can't fight, they'll fight *for* me."

She lifted her hand, trembling from exhaustion, and activated her core.

A dome of prismatic light expanded from her body, then shattered like glass in the sky above.

From the rift, shapes descended—sleek humanoid forms glowing in various colors, some wielding blades, others massive cannons or wings of pure light.

The earth shook gently as a thousand cyber warriors assembled in perfect rows behind her, all facing forward with silent obedience.

Evon stepped forward and gently tapped her head. "You've already done more than enough. You're a goddess now, Veyra. If you were at full power, no one could match you. Maybe that's why this island restricts you—it knows it would lose its balance if your power ran wild."

He looked into her weary eyes. "So rest. Trust us to hold the line. You can still lead your warriors—you don't have to carry everything alone."

Veyra looked up, her lips trembling, eyes blinking fast as if holding back tears. Then she nodded, softly, and whispered, "Thank you... Evon."

Behind them, the second Light Predator began its charge, crackling with wild light energy.

Naia stepped in beside Evon. "Looks like it's my turn."

Her eyes now shimmered with flowing symbols, the power of the **Immortal Water** visible in the way the very air cooled around her.

"Naia, be careful," Lyria said, preparing her stance.

"I will," Naia replied softly, her voice calm like a still lake.

Raising her arms, Naia conjured a massive serpent of shimmering water, swirling with frost—its eyes glowing like crystals, its body coiling in mid-air.

She whispered, "Immortal Glacier: Serpent's Embrace."

The spectral serpent shot forward, wrapping around the charging predator mid-leap. Instantly, the beast screeched, light dimming as ice and water intertwined and froze its momentum.

The ground trembled as the predator was hurled backward, its limbs covered in creeping frost.

Lyria dashed forward in sync, her True Fire flaring to life. "Let's not waste this opening!"

With a scream of passion, she slammed her palms forward, launching a condensed scarlet inferno that didn't burn—but seared through essence itself. The two conflicting forces—Immortal Ice and True Fire—struck the predator together.

*BOOM!*

The impact launched it high into the trees, crashing through crystal branches and thudding hard into the ground below.

Sythara landed beside it with a flap of her mighty wings, her divine draconic form partially active.

"Still alive," she muttered, eyes glowing. "Let's fix that."

Evon stepped forward with calm authority. "Wait."

He narrowed his eyes, sensing something.

The Light Predator wasn't moving—but it wasn't dead either. It was *shifting*.

"Something's wrong," he said, tightening his grip on his daggers.

Naia's aura pulsed. "It's absorbing light from the island."

Suddenly, light from the surrounding terrain began flowing into the predator, weaving into its wounds.

Sythara's wings snapped open. "It's trying to evolve—"

Too late.

A column of radiant energy burst into the sky. The predator's body elongated, glowing runes forming along its limbs. Wings of radiant energy erupted from its back. It grew over hundred meters in size. Golden plates formed a brilliant armour around his body.

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"Evon..." Lyria took a step back. "This... This might be a Light Sovereign Beast."

Evon's jaw tightened.

A Sovereign Beast—beasts that ruled domains, nearly god-like in presence and power.

"It evolved too fast... as if something *wanted* it to," Veyra muttered, still panting.

"I'll hold it off," Sythara said, stepping forward in full divine dragon form.

Evon raised a hand. "No—we do it *together*. Veyra, can you give Naia and Lyria tactical support through your warriors?"

"Yes," she replied, lifting her wrist and giving coded commands. Dozens of cyber warriors moved instantly, forming a defense perimeter, launching support drones, and linking with Naia's and Lyria's aura signatures.

Naia summoned twin swords of ice and water, while Lyria ignited both fists in blinding scarlet.

Sythara roared, wings spreading wide. "We end this now."

Evon's voice was calm, yet powerful. "Synchronize—on my signal."

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[Light Sovereign beast... Really a godlike beast but how did it took form in this world? stay tuned dear readers...]