The holocron sat on the table, pulsing softly in the dark.
Outside, the storm Kora had engineered continued its quiet performance—steady rain tapping on rooftops, wind rustling through branches just enough to seem natural. The village was asleep.
But Toren wasn't.
He sat cross-legged in his hut, the glow from the holocron dancing across his face. The system interface shimmered beside it like a second moon—dimmed to a soft, pale blue, offering a new line of text:
New Path Available: Force Integration ProtocolThis progression will change future kingdom development trees.Warning: path is irreversible.Proceed?
He didn't move for a long time.
The Force.
It wasn't a toy. It wasn't a bonus. It was weight—the kind that bent people toward destinies they didn't ask for. Jedi. Sith. Conflict. Dogma. All of it built around a single truth: the power changed people.
Would it change him?
Could he use it—not to rule, not to fight—but to build?
To balance?
He glanced at the system tree again. At the words blinking faintly in the corner of the interface.
Precognition: Lv1.New branches pending: Telekinetic Field (locked), Perceptive Focus (locked), Empathic Aura (locked).
One more line pulsed beneath them:
Confirm Force Path Integration?YES / NO
Toren placed a finger on the 'YES' field.
He hesitated.
Then pressed.
Confirmed.
You are now on the Forceborne path.
Adapt accordingly.
The holocron's light dimmed into a steady rhythm—like a heartbeat in metal.
Toren closed his eyes.
He didn't feel different.
Not yet.
But he would.
And the galaxy would follow.