Daniel and David finally returned to their castle.
For the first time in days, everything was quiet.
No training. No danger.
Just rest.
Seven days of peace.
On the second day, a letter arrived.
A black envelope.
David opened it quickly, and his face lit up.
"It's an invitation…" he said.
"For what?" Daniel asked.
David looked at him, barely able to contain his excitement.
"The Weapon Ceremony."
Daniel went silent.
This was it.
"We're finally going to become Ghost Killers," David said with a grin.
At that moment, the door opened.
Finn Foster entered the room.
"You received the invitation," he said calmly.
Daniel nodded.
Finn Foster looked at both of them and spoke in a serious tone,
"Remember this…
You do not choose the weapon.
The weapon chooses you."
Silence filled the room.
"The ceremony will take place in seven days."
⏳ Seven Days Later
After seven days, Daniel and David arrived at the ceremony location.
They were guided into a large hall.
"Please sit and wait," a staff member said.
The hall was quiet, filled with tension. A few students were already seated.
Daniel and David sat down.
"Looks like only a few survived," David whispered.
Daniel nodded.
There were exactly eight of them.
No one spoke.
Everyone was waiting.
Then—
"Hello," a soft voice said.
Daniel looked up.
And for a moment… everything went silent.
A girl stood in front of them, smiling gently.
There was something calm about her. Something… warm.
"My name is Mary Brown," she said.
Daniel didn't reply immediately.
He just looked at her, as if something inside him had paused.
"Daniel?" David nudged him.
Daniel blinked.
"Oh… I'm Daniel… Daniel Williams."
Mary's expression changed slightly.
"Williams…? So it's true," she said.
"My teacher always said someone from the Williams family would come."
Daniel didn't know what to say.
He simply nodded.
But for some reason… he couldn't forget that moment.
"Hey, I'm going to the washroom," David said. "Coming?"
Daniel shook his head. "No, you go."
As David walked away, he accidentally bumped into two girls.
"Sorry," they both said at the same time.
He smiled slightly and continued.
When he returned, one of those girls was sitting beside him.
"Hi," David said. "I'm David Smith."
"Zoya Thrones," she replied calmly.
Before they could continue, another girl approached.
"Zoya, do you know him?"
David looked at her. "And you are?"
"Lily Watson."
They sat together.
Nearby, others had also gathered.
Lucy Edward stood quietly to the side.
Felix Phillips leaned back in his chair casually.
And not far away… stood Noah Roberts, silent and focused.
Then—
A voice echoed through the hall.
"The Weapon Ceremony will begin now."
⚔️ The Ceremony
All eight were guided into a large circular arena.
At the center were eight positions.
In front of each one stood a glass-like structure.
Inside… shadows of weapons could be seen.
The host stepped forward.
"Welcome," he said.
"Today, your fate will be decided."
"Remember—
You do not choose the weapon.
The weapon chooses you."
The lights dimmed.
The air grew heavy.
"Begin."
⚡ Weapons Choose Their Owners
David Smith – Fang
Four sharp knives burst out, spinning rapidly.
They stopped around David's hands, moving as if alive.
"Fang," the host said.
"Fast. Aggressive. Close combat."
David smiled confidently.
Mary Brown – Bow
A glowing bow appeared before Mary.
Silent… elegant.
"Bow. Precision and focus."
Mary held it calmly.
Daniel glanced at her again… without realizing.
Noah Roberts – Storm
A lightning-shaped sword struck the ground.
Energy crackled around it.
"Storm. Unpredictable. Powerful."
Lily Watson – Split
A zig-zag sword formed in her hand.
Sharp and dangerous.
"Stone. Strong and relentless."
Zoya Thrones – Trident
A dark trident rose slowly.
Cold energy spread across the arena.
"Trident. Control and dominance."
Zoya grabbed it without hesitation.
Lucy Edward – Blade
A balanced sword appeared.
Clean and perfect.
"Edge. Discipline and strength."
Felix Phillips – Doom Star
A heavy spiked mace dropped with force.
The ground slightly cracked.
"Doom Star. Pure destruction."
Felix grinned.
Daniel's Turn
Silence fell.
Nothing happened.
Everyone looked at Daniel.
Then—
Something moved.
A long rope-like weapon slowly emerged.
It was covered in sharp thorn-like spikes.
In the middle… a handle.
The weapon moved like a living creature.
The air turned cold.
"No way…" someone whispered.
The host's voice became serious.
"Thorn."
"A rare weapon… one that appears only once in generations."
The weapon flew toward Daniel.
It wrapped around his arm—
Then settled into his hand.
Daniel froze.
A voice echoed in his mind—
"I feel your pain…"
His grip tightened on the handle.
The thorns moved slightly… as if responding to him.
The host spoke slowly,
"This weapon is extremely difficult to control."
"But if mastered…"
He paused.
"It will make you something far beyond a Ghost Killer."
All eight stood there.
Each holding a weapon.
Each chosen.
Each different.
The Weapon Ceremony was over.
A new generation of Ghost Killers had been born.
And among them…
Daniel held something no one else could.
Something rare.
Something dangerous