After the whole ordeal of the other day, the security around Amon had tightened drastically.
According to the news he could glean from the guards, the maid had snuck in during the scrutiny of new maids conducted a month prior.
Amon could only sigh at the news. His guess was that because he was born into a Noble Household, there were other Noble Families unwilling to see him live.
His parents likely suspected the same, but during interrogation, the maid refused to speak despite all the torture, ultimately leading to her death.
Amon decided not to think too much about all these things for now.
His attention shifted inward, where the faint Illusory Core had begun forming.
'It's been more than two weeks and still no progress…' Amon let out a breath but didn't pause his absorption of Primordial Energy in the slightest.
He could tell that within a few more hours, perhaps one or two, he would finally be able to condense a Core.
'By then, I should have some measure of strength, right?'
The image of his father unleashing that devastating punch resurfaced in his mind, and he steeled himself internally.
...
Some minutes went by, and the door swung open.
Amon interrupted his absorption of Primordial Energy and turned to glance at his mother, who had a smile on her face.
He could tell that she was happy about something but didn't exactly know what it was.
'Did something good happen?' he wondered as she approached him.
Vela reached out to pick Amon from his cradle, a knowing smirk spreading across her lips.
"Baby, finally you will have a name!" she cooed as she led Amon out of the room.
'What? A Naming Ceremony?' Amon looked slightly dazed.
This was the first time he was leaving the room since the moment he was born, so he couldn't help but take in his surroundings as they walked.
The walls seemed to be made of gold, and above him was a marble ceiling.
Everywhere his gaze fell screamed luxury, and as they continued on their way, they encountered a few guards and maids standing respectfully in neat rows.
A faint feeling of celebration washed over the group, and as they slowly approached a Ceremonious Hall, Amon could finally hear the sound of music entering his ears.
The music sounded joyful and filled with melody, veining about an entrance-like feeling.
Finally, he and his mother reached a massive door with a golden emblem engraved onto it.
The emblem radiated an air of mystery, and Amon's gaze involuntarily lingered on it for a few more seconds even as it swung open.
The music slowed down, fading into the background the moment he and Vela stepped inside.
There were numerous people ranging from Nobles to a few Old Men. Everyone wore varying expressions, and a few of them looked as though they were the ones being given a name.
Off to a slightly elevated stand was his father, dressed in a Brown Golden Suit, radiating an intense presence as he locked eyes with Amon.
Cheers began to surface from the crowd of people.
It started with a Lady, then spread to the others, and as Vela walked, it kept increasing.
The music resumed, blending perfectly with the cheers and Vela's graceful stride. Amon could see her face turn beet red.
He had long since noticed his mother was a shy woman, so he wasn't surprised.
The noise soon calmed down the moment they reached the stand.
Vela handed him to Seth and quietly stepped to the side.
Seth smiled briefly, collected the child, then turned to face everyone.
The songs and cheers had died down, so his voice reached every corner of the room.
"Today we are gathered here to celebrate a new member of the Adam Family, my son, the child of the Warlord."
A few people whistled while others let out screams of excitement as Seth continued speaking.
"Today we welcome Amon into the Adam Family!!!"
Finally, the cheers erupted violently like a volcano, and the music grew louder than ever before.
'Amon of the Adam Family, huh?' A slight chuckle escaped Amon's lips as he stared at the people dancing in joy.
He couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face.
A few others began handing Vela and Seth gifts in celebration of the child's birth.
Amon watched the widened smile on Seth's face and the sweet, graceful one on Vela's.
'This happiness, those smiles on my parents' faces… it's something I want to last forever!'
Amon clenched his fists tightly, deciding internally to protect them with whatever strength he gained as time progressed.
'Although they might not need my protection now,' he lampooned internally.
...
Time passed gradually, and Amon felt his consciousness slowly return to him.
He didn't know when he had fallen asleep during the Naming Ceremony, forcing his parents to return him to the room.
But he could tell it hadn't been long.
He could still hear the joyous shouts of the crowd and the lively music playing on.
'It seems the party will last overnight…' Amon guessed internally.
'Well then, what better time to form my Celestial Core than now?'
With a slow smirk, he closed his eyes and shifted his focus to the Illusory Core that had begun forming.
Primordial Energy surged into his body from the surroundings, entering his veins and filling the Core.
Amon watched as the faint Illusory Core gradually solidified, becoming something substantial.
It continued in that manner, and after what seemed like an eternity, Amon finally felt his Celestial Core take shape.
A pale white object materialized, and after a long struggle, his Core finally formed.
A smile graced Amon's lips as he felt a mysterious energy circulating around it.
The Core now felt like an extension of his body, like a unique organ he could sense at any moment.
Inside the Core was a mysterious, transparent liquid.
Amon could tell this liquid was special, though he couldn't yet understand how special it was.
Just then, a line of glowing words materialized in front of his line of sight.
[Congratulations On Embarking On The Primordial Path]