Tanya was lost in thought, replaying the scene of Danial wielding such incredible power, when a voice snapped her back to reality.Just then, a voice snapped her out of her reverie. "Tanya, what are you doing?"Startled, Tanya turned around quickly, instinctively dissipating her protective shield as she faced the voice's source. It was Diego, the man with glasses, one of her fellow representatives from Emsgate. He was looking at her with a curious expression, his eyes narrowing slightly as he adjusted his glasses."I was looking at something," Tanya replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she masked her earlier surprise. She wasn’t sure if she should mention what she had seen. There was something about Danial that intrigued her, and she wasn’t ready to share it just yet.Diego raised his glasses slightly, his gaze studying her for a moment longer before he spoke again. "Alright, we have to go. The tour is almost over, and we’re expected back with the rest of the delegation."Tanya
Danial remained kneeling, his knee pressing into the cold floor of the headmaster’s office. His heart pounded in his chest, and the weight of the headmaster’s presence was crushing. Every instinct told him to remain still, to not even think about looking up. But curiosity got the better of him.Summoning what little courage he had left, Danial began to lift his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the headmaster's face. However, as his gaze inched upward, an unbearable pain suddenly seared through his mind, like hot needles being driven into his skull. He winced, his vision swimming as the pain intensified, forcing him to lower his head once more while he gritted his teeth.Frustration welled up inside him, mingling with the pain. He wanted to see the man who held such power over him, the one who had summoned him to this place, but no matter how hard he tried, the headmaster’s face remained an indecipherable blur. It was as though some invisible force was deliberately obscuring his feat
Danial woke up the next morning and had a healthy breakfast in the academy's common cafeteria. After that, he went straight ahead toward training. However as he was walking, he noticed the Emsgate representatives walk past him. He ignored them but a voice came through,"Hey are you Danial?"Danial paused mid-step, turning his head slightly to see who had spoken. The girl with the white eyes and tied hair was looking directly at him, a small smile playing on her lips. Danial’s brow furrowed in confusion. Surely she wasn’t talking to him, right? He glanced around, hoping to find someone else who might have caught her attention, but the hallway was empty except for them.The girl giggled, a sound that seemed almost musical in the stillness of the corridor. "Yes, I’m talking to you."Danial turned fully to face her, his expression puzzled as he pointed to himself. "Me?"The girl nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, you’re Danial, aren’t you?"Danial felt a flicker of unease. How did she know
Leonard finally received his discharge papers from the academy’s medical area. After what felt like an eternity spent bedridden, he was more than eager to get back into training. He needed to vent his frustrations, and the training area seemed like the perfect place to do that.As Leonard made his way toward the training grounds, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices coming from a secluded corner near the entrance. He recognized one of the voices almost immediately—it was filled with anger, frustration, and an unmistakable bitterness. Leonard slowed his pace, his curiosity piqued, and carefully approached the source of the voices. The speakers were hidden behind a row of thick bushes, but their words were clear."That bitch, I’m not going to let him go," the voice snarled, dripping with venom.Leonard’s eyes narrowed as he peeked through the foliage. It was Leo, the Emsgate representative who had crossed paths with Danial earlier. Next to him stood Diego, the guy with t
As the Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly along the private road leading to the Kirk Mansion, Danial gazed out the window, his breath catching at the sight before him. The Kirk Mansion, a sprawling estate stretching endlessly over the horizon, loomed in the distance. It wasn't just the sheer size of the mansion that captivated him but the intricate details of its architecture—majestic towers, elegant balconies, and superb columns that spoke of old-world charm mixed with modern luxury.But what truly caught his attention was not just the sheer scale of the mansion, but the multiple layers of security they passed through as they approached. Guard posts were stationed at intervals along the road, each manned by stern-looking guards who scrutinized the vehicles with intense vigilance.Turning his head, Danial glanced at Crystal sitting comfortably beside him, completely unfazed by the extensive security measures. Her calm demeanor, as if this was just another ordinary day, contrasted sha
In his inheritance, it had been ingrained into him that the best time to address excess frost energy was during a natural reaction when the energy was already agitated and attempting to break free from the body. The risk was high, but so was the potential for success.As Rowan Kirk placed his hands on Crystal’s back, attempting to suppress the frost energy, Danial’s instincts screamed at him to act. Without a second thought, he rushed forward, extending his hand. "Do not do that, Patriarch Kirk!" he called out, his voice urgent. "The condition will worsen if you suppress the energy now. This is the best time to begin the first phase of the treatment."Rowan’s eyes snapped to Danial, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. How could this young man, barely more than a boy, dare to instruct him on how to handle such a critical situation? Rowan was about to dismiss Danial outright, his mistrust evident in his hardened gaze. But before he could act, Crystal, despite her weakened, look
As Crystal's scream echoed through the room, Danial's attention snapped back to the present. His eyes darted to her, now fully conscious and trying to cover herself, clearly mortified by the situation. His immediate reaction, however, wasn't one of alarm but rather an awkward attempt to make himself less conspicuous.Danial’s gaze wandered around the room as if he were suddenly interested in the architecture, the patterns on the walls, or even the way the light flickered from a nearby lamp. He cleared his throat, admiring the ceiling. "Nice ceiling... uh, great craftsmanship here," he mumbled, his voice trailing off. It was an entirely unconvincing attempt to divert attention from the uncomfortable scene that had just unfolded.Rowan, having quickly regained his composure, moved to Crystal’s side and gently took her hand. "Come, Crystal," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "Let’s get you dressed and comfortable."As Rowan led Crystal out of the room, Danial was left standing alon
Rowan stood up from his seat in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. Crystal's mouth fell open, her eyes equally wide as she stared at Danial. The room was filled with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife, yet the sheer surprise on their faces made the scene oddly comical. It was as if they had just witnessed a cat tap-dancing on the ceiling.Crystal, still processing what Danial had just said, finally found her voice. "Then… will you teach me that technique?" she asked, her tone a mix of hope and wonder.Danial nodded confidently, though he felt a little overwhelmed by the sudden attention. "Of course," he replied.Rowan, still slightly dazed, managed to compose himself enough to express his gratitude. "Danial, we will be eternally grateful to you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity as he sat back down, eyes fixed on Danial, waiting for him to say more.But before Danial could respond, the door to the lobby burst open with a loud bang. All heads turned to see a young