“Why are you alarmed by the news? Or don’t you see the resemblance?” Kalu Drya asked, smiling a little deeper.“No, it’s just . . . I didn’t expect to meet the commander’s mother so soon. Least of all like this. It’s really an honor to meet you,” I said, sliding off the couch and dropping to one knee.'Naila would’ve been so thrilled if she wasn’t stuck in the void right now.'But then something clicked.My heart began to race. 'Wait . . . the head healer is a mage. Kema’s a werewolf. So—does that mean he’s a hybrid like me?'I looked up at her, eyes wide.“Get up, child,” she said gently. “It’s fine. And yes, I know what you’re thinking.”I stayed silent, but she didn’t wait for me to speak.“You’re wondering if Kema is a hybrid, aren’t you?”“Well,” I mumbled. “Yeah . . . is he?” The question left my mouth faster than I could stop it.Kalu Drya smiled, but this time there was a quiet sadness in her eyes. “He’s my adoptive son. No blood between us—just bond. I’ll say nothing more on
A bell rang twice, silencing the chatter. The instructors had returned with a brass raffle box—one by one, names would be drawn to determine the match-ups. The tension thickened, each aspirant sitting stiffer than before, eyes trained on the box like it might bite.One instructor held up the first strip of parchment. “Nyomei Eral.”Lotanni and Bainer instantly turned to her.“You’ve got this,” Lotanni said, bumping her knee.Bainer nodded with an encouraging smile. “You’re stronger than you think.”Nyomei’s stomach twisted, but she rose anyway. “Thanks,” she said quietly, nerves prickling under her skin. She walked toward the gate that led out to the sparring ground, each step heavier than the last.Across the field, her opponent was already grinning as he warmed up. Wiry, confident, and brimming with kinetic energy. He bounced on the balls of his feet, fists flaring with dull-orange sparks.“Your opponent,” the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.”That dr
Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight.They didn’t have to wait long.“Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.”A hush settled.The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.He stood and cracked his knuckles, shoulders flexing as he rolled them back. His golden-brown hair shimmered faintly in the sun, eyes narrowing with anticipation.Across the room, Lotanni exhaled slowly, rising to her feet. Her loose braids swayed slightly as she stood. On her shoulder, a small, liquid-like creature purred—a cat-shaped familiar, glimmering like sunlight on rippling water.“Be careful,” Bainer warned, gently brushing Lotanni’s shoulder. “Don’t try to match him in brute strength.”Lotanni smiled, a little too calmly. “I wasn’t pla
The sun had begun its descent, bleeding orange across the sky. The final rounds of sparring crawled toward their end, and still—no sign of Jade.Bainer paced at the edge of the staging area, arms folded tight across her chest, eyes flicking between every entrance. Nyomei sat nearby, wringing her fingers, her human form still shaky from earlier adrenaline.“She should be here by now,” Bainer said under her breath.“Unless she didn’t make it back,” Nyomei whispered.That thought alone made both of them fall silent. No one ever came back from the Test of the Great Gods unscathed. Most didn’t come back at all.The sparring field continued to roar with blows, dust, and magic. But for Bainer and Nyomei, the noise faded behind the thrum of quiet dread.Then the final matchup was called.“Final round—Bainer Rhys versus . . . Petrusia Króna.”The room erupted.Even the announcer’s voice wavered, just slightly. Everyone knew the outcome before a single step hit the field.Bainer blinked. “What?
Flashback – Leaving the Head Healer’s WardWalking beside Kema, I could still hear Kalu Drya’s parting words echoing in my head. The commander moved with his usual effortless authority—no heavy armor, no cloak, just his presence keeping people at a distance.“You’ve already drawn enough attention,” Kema said, glancing at me. “If you end up in a sparring match against someone stronger, don’t use anything... unusual.”I knew exactly what he meant.“Stick to your fire magic,” he continued. “You came first in the Test of Brilliance, so that puts you at an advantage. And I saw your movement and control—you’re a solid mage. Trust that.”I folded my arms. “So I’ll be fine win or lose, because I nailed the intelligence test? But that was thanks to my inner beast.”“Your inner beast?” He gave a short breath. “Jade, I’m saying be smart. Against a real threat, you might lose control and shift.”He paused, then added, “You know why most werewolves transform in battle?”I raised an eyebrow.“They
"Did you use your flames as a momentum boost?" Nyomei asked, eyes wide, her voice bubbling with excitement. "How did you move so fast? Are you secretly a Champion too, back home? That was so neat!"I didn’t answer."Didn’t you see the replay on the magic veil?" Lotanni chimed in, still breathless with laughter. "She moved by her strength alone. No magical propulsion, no boost—just raw, physical movement. But how?"They both turned to me, leaning forward on the edge of the low bench in my lodge. Nyomei’s braid swung over her shoulder, her eyes practically glowing with admiration. Lotanni, always so poised, had tears in her eyes from how hard she’d been laughing earlier. The image of Petrusia knocked out cold had been playing over and over in her mind like her favorite song.And me?I sat on my bed, legs crossed beneath me, still in my sparring uniform. The sweat had dried but the fire in my chest hadn’t. Not the victorious kind. The other kind. The kind that coils around your heart whe
The room was quiet until the woman entered.Elderly, stiff-backed, and cloaked in a seamless white garment that clung to her like mist, she moved with the weight of something ancient. Her face held no expression—a perfect mask of patience and judgment. Yet even without her speaking, I knew what she was. A shrine maiden.She bowed once to Kalu Drya. Not to me.Shrine maidens did not bow to those they did not serve. They assisted priestesses in sacred rites, tended to the shrines, and bore the presence of the Great Gods like vessels. No ordinary person could walk into a shrine and survive the weight of the divine energy pulsing through it. The air itself could consume them. But this woman wore the mark of one who had walked in and walked out again.Kalu Drya turned to me. "She owes me a favor," she said simply, as though favors owed between sacred women and ancient forces were just another matter of housekeeping.The shrine maiden’s eyes flicked to mine. "You understand this borders on
The violent sound of an explosion from above made my heart jump—the smell of coal and grime quickly filling my nostrils. I looked up, expecting fire or ash or sky. But all I saw was the same endless white."Allow me to see already!" I shouted, my voice cracking with frustration.The sky responded with a roar, like some wounded beast had torn open the clouds. It sounded alive—pained and violent—and the air around me shifted. It burned. The heat rolled down in waves, smothering me, boiling my skin beneath the fabric of my white robe.My hands trembled.'So this is the test? No warning, no form. Just fear.'The void finally gave way like a veil being ripped off my face. And I saw it.My breath caught. "What the hell?"Volcanoes. Dozens. Hanging impossibly high, as though the clouds had turned into mountains and crowned themselves with fire. They trembled, coughed smoke, and erupted. But what they spat out weren’t lava or rocks. They spat machines.Humanoid constructs folded mid-air, then
I tried not to flinch. “Follow-up session. With the Head Healer.”Lasha studied me for a breath too long. Then gave a curt nod. “You’re being summoned. By the court.”My heart skipped.The court? Did they know?'No . . . if they knew I went back to the gods' domain, why wait five hours?'I swallowed my nerves and followed.We walked in silence through winding halls and torch-lit corridors until we reached the towering court doors.They opened.Inside, Bainer, Nyomei, and Lotanni stood together. So did Orin—the mage with energy burst magic who fought Nyomei and lost. I knew this because Lotanni made me watch the fight recap just to prove Nyomei was nothing like her human self when in beast form.But what truly caught me off guard was seeing Brand.He stood next to Orin, and unlike the others, he was a second-year cadet at the Sky Border. His presence among us left a strange taste in my mouth. Were we all called here because of him?But no—he looked just as tense as the rest. Nervous. U
My knees hit the ground, and I gasped. The last embers of fire left my limbs, and the light in my veins fizzled out.The machines closed in like wolves.Dozens. Hundreds.Then they stopped.Their bodies twitched. Glowed. Then began to move again, but not toward me. They turned away—toward each other. Toward the center.Their forms shifted, folded, and twisted. Metal clanged, plates screeched, gears roared to life. It was like watching a swarm of insects become a monster. War machines fused and expanded, crawling up one another, snapping and locking into place, climbing themselves to form something colossal.They were building a titan.A beast of war.A mountain of blackened steel, smoke, and raw power. Arms like towers. A torso the size of a hill. Legs that made the quaking ground feel like a whisper.Its head turned.It saw me. "I'm so dead." Then from the swarm came more shifting, more assembly—a weapon. Massive. Its right arm transformed into a blade forged from hundreds of machin
The violent sound of an explosion from above made my heart jump—the smell of coal and grime quickly filling my nostrils. I looked up, expecting fire or ash or sky. But all I saw was the same endless white."Allow me to see already!" I shouted, my voice cracking with frustration.The sky responded with a roar, like some wounded beast had torn open the clouds. It sounded alive—pained and violent—and the air around me shifted. It burned. The heat rolled down in waves, smothering me, boiling my skin beneath the fabric of my white robe.My hands trembled.'So this is the test? No warning, no form. Just fear.'The void finally gave way like a veil being ripped off my face. And I saw it.My breath caught. "What the hell?"Volcanoes. Dozens. Hanging impossibly high, as though the clouds had turned into mountains and crowned themselves with fire. They trembled, coughed smoke, and erupted. But what they spat out weren’t lava or rocks. They spat machines.Humanoid constructs folded mid-air, then
The room was quiet until the woman entered.Elderly, stiff-backed, and cloaked in a seamless white garment that clung to her like mist, she moved with the weight of something ancient. Her face held no expression—a perfect mask of patience and judgment. Yet even without her speaking, I knew what she was. A shrine maiden.She bowed once to Kalu Drya. Not to me.Shrine maidens did not bow to those they did not serve. They assisted priestesses in sacred rites, tended to the shrines, and bore the presence of the Great Gods like vessels. No ordinary person could walk into a shrine and survive the weight of the divine energy pulsing through it. The air itself could consume them. But this woman wore the mark of one who had walked in and walked out again.Kalu Drya turned to me. "She owes me a favor," she said simply, as though favors owed between sacred women and ancient forces were just another matter of housekeeping.The shrine maiden’s eyes flicked to mine. "You understand this borders on
"Did you use your flames as a momentum boost?" Nyomei asked, eyes wide, her voice bubbling with excitement. "How did you move so fast? Are you secretly a Champion too, back home? That was so neat!"I didn’t answer."Didn’t you see the replay on the magic veil?" Lotanni chimed in, still breathless with laughter. "She moved by her strength alone. No magical propulsion, no boost—just raw, physical movement. But how?"They both turned to me, leaning forward on the edge of the low bench in my lodge. Nyomei’s braid swung over her shoulder, her eyes practically glowing with admiration. Lotanni, always so poised, had tears in her eyes from how hard she’d been laughing earlier. The image of Petrusia knocked out cold had been playing over and over in her mind like her favorite song.And me?I sat on my bed, legs crossed beneath me, still in my sparring uniform. The sweat had dried but the fire in my chest hadn’t. Not the victorious kind. The other kind. The kind that coils around your heart whe
Flashback – Leaving the Head Healer’s WardWalking beside Kema, I could still hear Kalu Drya’s parting words echoing in my head. The commander moved with his usual effortless authority—no heavy armor, no cloak, just his presence keeping people at a distance.“You’ve already drawn enough attention,” Kema said, glancing at me. “If you end up in a sparring match against someone stronger, don’t use anything... unusual.”I knew exactly what he meant.“Stick to your fire magic,” he continued. “You came first in the Test of Brilliance, so that puts you at an advantage. And I saw your movement and control—you’re a solid mage. Trust that.”I folded my arms. “So I’ll be fine win or lose, because I nailed the intelligence test? But that was thanks to my inner beast.”“Your inner beast?” He gave a short breath. “Jade, I’m saying be smart. Against a real threat, you might lose control and shift.”He paused, then added, “You know why most werewolves transform in battle?”I raised an eyebrow.“They
The sun had begun its descent, bleeding orange across the sky. The final rounds of sparring crawled toward their end, and still—no sign of Jade.Bainer paced at the edge of the staging area, arms folded tight across her chest, eyes flicking between every entrance. Nyomei sat nearby, wringing her fingers, her human form still shaky from earlier adrenaline.“She should be here by now,” Bainer said under her breath.“Unless she didn’t make it back,” Nyomei whispered.That thought alone made both of them fall silent. No one ever came back from the Test of the Great Gods unscathed. Most didn’t come back at all.The sparring field continued to roar with blows, dust, and magic. But for Bainer and Nyomei, the noise faded behind the thrum of quiet dread.Then the final matchup was called.“Final round—Bainer Rhys versus . . . Petrusia Króna.”The room erupted.Even the announcer’s voice wavered, just slightly. Everyone knew the outcome before a single step hit the field.Bainer blinked. “What?
Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight.They didn’t have to wait long.“Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.”A hush settled.The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.He stood and cracked his knuckles, shoulders flexing as he rolled them back. His golden-brown hair shimmered faintly in the sun, eyes narrowing with anticipation.Across the room, Lotanni exhaled slowly, rising to her feet. Her loose braids swayed slightly as she stood. On her shoulder, a small, liquid-like creature purred—a cat-shaped familiar, glimmering like sunlight on rippling water.“Be careful,” Bainer warned, gently brushing Lotanni’s shoulder. “Don’t try to match him in brute strength.”Lotanni smiled, a little too calmly. “I wasn’t pla
A bell rang twice, silencing the chatter. The instructors had returned with a brass raffle box—one by one, names would be drawn to determine the match-ups. The tension thickened, each aspirant sitting stiffer than before, eyes trained on the box like it might bite.One instructor held up the first strip of parchment. “Nyomei Eral.”Lotanni and Bainer instantly turned to her.“You’ve got this,” Lotanni said, bumping her knee.Bainer nodded with an encouraging smile. “You’re stronger than you think.”Nyomei’s stomach twisted, but she rose anyway. “Thanks,” she said quietly, nerves prickling under her skin. She walked toward the gate that led out to the sparring ground, each step heavier than the last.Across the field, her opponent was already grinning as he warmed up. Wiry, confident, and brimming with kinetic energy. He bounced on the balls of his feet, fists flaring with dull-orange sparks.“Your opponent,” the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.”That dr