Several days had passed since the mysterious phone fell from the sky.
Life in the Lunar Mountains slowly settled into a routine.
Every morning, Abraão woke before sunrise.
Every afternoon, he trained.
Every night, he looked toward the thousand moons and wondered what his future would become.
The mountains were peaceful.
Far from Storm Village.
Far from painful memories.
Far from everything he had lost.
And yet—
some memories still followed him.
The cold morning wind swept through the clearing outside Mahina's cabin.
Purple flowers glowed softly between the rocks.
Above them, countless moons illuminated the sky like scattered jewels.
Abraão stood in the center of the clearing.
His father's old sword rested in his hands.
Across from him stood Mahina.
Calm.
Patient.
Watching.
Always watching.
"Again."
Abraão sighed.
"This is the fifteenth time."
"And?"
"The barrier keeps breaking."
Mahina tilted her head.
"Then don't let it break."
"That's not helpful."
A small smile appeared on her face.
"It wasn't meant to be."
Abraão groaned.
Sometimes he wondered if she enjoyed making things difficult.
"Focus."
Mahina raised her silver sword.
"Vigil is not a technique meant to destroy."
A silver barrier appeared around her.
Thin.
Elegant.
Almost invisible.
"It's meant to protect."
She lightly swung Eternal Guardian.
The barrier moved with the blade.
Flowing like water.
"Most warriors think defense is weakness."
The barrier expanded.
"They're wrong."
Mahina flicked her wrist.
A nearby stone shot toward her.
The barrier absorbed the impact.
Then redirected it.
The rock flew backward and embedded itself into a tree.
Abraão blinked.
"Okay."
That was cool.
Mahina laughed softly.
"Try again."
Abraão raised his sword.
Closed his eyes.
Focused.
Lunar energy flowed through the blade.
Weakly.
Unsteadily.
A transparent barrier appeared.
For half a second.
CRACK.
It shattered immediately.
"…"
"…"
Mahina crossed her arms.
"Again."
The next attempt lasted two seconds.
The one after that lasted four.
Then three.
Then one.
Progress.
Terrible progress.
But progress.
Hours passed.
By midday, both of them sat outside the cabin eating lunch.
Warm soup.
Fresh bread.
Simple food.
Good food.
Abraão looked toward Mahina.
"Can I ask something?"
"You just did."
"Mahina."
"Hm?"
"Why did you save me?"
For the first time that day—
Mahina became quiet.
The wind moved through the mountains.
Finally, she answered.
"Because someone once saved me."
Abraão waited.
Expecting more.
None came.
"…that's it?"
"That's it."
"Mysterious."
"I know."
They both laughed.
The sound surprised Abraão.
It had been a while since laughing felt natural.
A few moments later—
his pocket vibrated.
DING.
Abraão froze.
The phone.
Again.
He pulled it out.
The screen lit up by itself.
Golden letters appeared.
MISSION AVAILABLE
Objective:
Maintain a Vigil Barrier continuously for one hour.
Reward:
+1 Level
Penalty:
None
Abraão stared at the screen.
"…Seriously?"
Mahina raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nothing."
He quickly hid the phone.
The strange object still made no sense.
Who created it?
Why did it know what he was doing?
Why did it keep giving him missions?
No answers appeared.
As usual.
Only more questions.
Mahina stood.
"Training isn't over."
Abraão groaned.
"Of course it isn't."
The afternoon passed beneath the thousand moons.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The barrier broke.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until finally—
something clicked.
The energy stopped resisting him.
Stopped fighting him.
Stopped slipping away.
For the first time—
the barrier remained stable.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Sweat dripped from his face.
His arms shook.
His legs trembled.
Forty minutes.
Fifty.
The pressure increased.
Every instinct screamed at him to stop.
But he endured.
One hour.
DING.
The phone vibrated.
MISSION COMPLETE
Reward Received
+1 Level
Current Level: 71
A warm sensation spread through his body.
Not dramatic.
Not explosive.
But noticeable.
Abraão slowly lowered his sword.
Breathing heavily.
Level 71.
Only one level.
Yet somehow—
it felt earned.
Mahina approached.
A proud smile appeared on her face.
"Good."
Abraão smirked.
"That's it?"
"What were you expecting?"
"A speech."
"You'll survive without one."
"Cold."
"I learned from the best."
"You taught yourself."
"Exactly."
The two laughed.
As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, the thousand moons illuminated the sky once more.
For the first time in a long while—
Abraão felt like he was moving forward.
One step at a time.
One lesson at a time.
One moon at a time.
And somewhere inside his pocket—
the mysterious phone remained silent.
Waiting.
Watching.
For the next mission.