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
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
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-ai
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
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
The training room looked like something from a dream. Or a nightmare. I couldn’t decide which.Fluorescent walls shaped into a perfect octagon surrounded us. The white glow of the platforms beneath our feet hummed with subtle power, keeping us slightly suspended in the air. Everything about the room whispered of ancient brilliance—Gyrange’s final forge, they'd called it. Built by the most legendary Magic Engineer in history. And now it was watching us.Literally.“Does it feel like we’re being judged by the walls?” Bainer whispered beside me, shifting her weight uncomfortably on her podium.“They’re alive,” Orin muttered, half to himself. “I’ve heard of this place. It’s reserved for ranked Watchers only. Records everything—every move, every error. Even has a voice.”“Great,” I mumbled. “No pressure at all.”The sound of Commander Kema’s voice rang through the room, deep and calm. “You are now inside one of the most adaptive training environments in the realm. This chamber will push yo
We were all still buzzing from the first day of training, bodies sore but minds wired. Lotanni wouldn’t stop humming some tune none of us recognized, Nyomei kept reviewing her own footwork in the air like she was still on the podium, and Bainer looked like she was trying to pretend her muscles weren’t burning.“So we survived the system’s welcome test,” Lotanni said, stretching her arms overhead. “Think tomorrow it’ll start throwing real swords at us?”“I’ll take swords over more mental projections,” Nyomei muttered. “Pretty sure mine showed my fifth birthday party. I hate cake now.”“Good,” I said dryly. “More for me.”Orin and Brand had peeled off in another direction, heading toward the male lodges on the east side of the grounds. The rest of us were on our way back to the female quarters, winding through the stone corridor path flanked with glowing moss and quiet torches.That’s when we heard them.A cluster of low laughter, sharp and deliberate, spilling out from the mouth of the
Lysar strolled through the mist like she was taking a stroll through a rose garden, not a death trap.Her squad was all seasoned—fourth-years and fifth-years. They moved around her like a deadly pack, relaxed but hyperaware.She smirked behind her black half-mask, her portal magic flickering in tiny spirals around her fingertips, playful and casual."Poor Jade," she said lightly, almost singing. "Must be choking on her fear right about now."One of her teammates chuckled.Another—the royal mage—stepped closer, offering Lysar a playful grin. "Maybe she'll get lucky and die quickly."The royal werewolf stiffened a few paces back, silent. His golden eyes flicked to Lysar, then to the mage, then away. His posture rigid. His fists clenching.Lysar caught it all, of course.And smiled wider.She stepped toward the royal mage, tracing a finger down the front of his armored vest. Slow. Taunting."You’ll protect me, won't you, Arien?" she purred.The werewolf’s jaw tightened. A low, near-silen
Lotanni was the first to give the full rundown on Lysar's team. Of course she was. If there was gossip, she'd find it faster than a scent-hound on heat."Three mages, four werewolves," she muttered while checking the straps on her gear. "One of the werewolves is royalty. The prince from the Southern Fang. Has a stupidly forbidden crush on Lysar."Nyomei raised a brow. "That arrogant one who walks like his back’s too stiff for his own head?""That’s the one. But get this—he’s in some kind of love triangle. Because apparently, one of the mages, another royal, is having an affair with Lysar too."Bainer blinked. "Wait, what?""I’m telling you, the drama in that squad is better than any tavern tale."I didn’t comment. I was too focused on the unnerving green eyes of one of the mages Lysar had selected. He hadn’t said much, but the moment I saw those eyes—bright, fog-cutting, too familiar—something twisted in my gut.Kreel.He was from Kreel.I’d know those eyes anywhere.The briefing was
The news came the evening before the match.We were at the 5-Year Cadet Barracks when it dropped—right after evening drills, soaked in sweat and panting from a brutal sparring rotation. I’d barely unclenched my fists when the announcement flared across the nearest magic veil, the glowing script scrolling like a judge's verdict."UPDATE: Team Match Initiated. Jade Ishola and Lysar Fallan will no longer face off in a duel. Instead, each cadet will assemble a team and be deployed into the Evil Forest. Mission Objective: Recover a sacred crest stolen by bandits. First team to return with the item wins."A silence passed through the training ground when the update dropped. Then chaos.“They what?!” Lotanni shouted. “A mission? We’ve been training for the RGT, not an actual op!”Lysar’s voice cut through the noise, smooth and mocking. “Lucky cunt, Jade. Guess I won’t get to publicly humiliate her ass with a good beating after all.”She stood off to the side with her squad—older cadets in sh
"You're enjoying this way too much," Naila murmured inside my head, her voice dry, but amused. "A little too proud for someone who nearly died under a boulder of magic two hours ago."Lysar was still on her knees.I didn’t move. Just watched."Alright, enough," Naila said. "Pull it back. You made your point. Eat the rage before someone thinks you've lost control and decides to act on it."She wasn’t wrong.I drew a breath and clenched my fists, slowly pulling the aura back into me. It resisted, angry and wild, but I forced it in, reeling the energy back like an unraveling thread. As the storm faded, so did the trembling in the air.And the moment the last wisp vanished from around my body—I dropped to my knees.The Watchers lowered their weapons at once.Kema stepped forward. His jaw was tight, unreadable. He glanced at Lysar, who still hadn’t gotten up."Spend the night in the demon cave," he said simply.Gasps echoed. Even the wind seemed to falter.Lysar's head snapped toward him.
My aura wasn’t fierce like fire.Not in the way I expected.It didn’t rage or scream or crackle.It was . . . cool.Not cold.But steady. Deep. Endless.And yet, when I reached for it, I felt the truth—It wasn’t gentle at all.It was heavy. Condensed.Like trying to pull a mountain up by its roots while lying beneath it.I clenched my jaw, fingers twitching on the stone beneath me. My bones felt like they were vibrating from the inside out.I gritted my teeth.Tried to yank it out.The pressure of the cave didn’t help. It shattered every ounce of focus I scraped together.The weight of it all—inside and out—was suffocating.My lips cracked when I whispered, “Come on—”‘Stop fighting it,’ Naila said, her voice a tether in the storm. ‘You can’t pull aura like magic. You become it. Let it rise. Don’t command it—join it.’“I’m trying,” I hissed through clenched teeth.‘You’re not trying. You’re battling it. That won’t work. This isn’t an enemy. It’s you.’I slumped.My chest rose and fel
I failed to capture any of those muscular, rat-faced chickens the next morning. The joker, Lysar, gave me an hour to catch five—like she was offering some kind of mercy.She got what she wanted in the end, smiling like a demon when she ordered me back into the cave.The second time was no gentler than the first.I approached the mouth of the cave with slow, bracing steps, every muscle in my body tensed for what I knew was coming. The air shimmered, thick with invisible threads of pressure that pulled at my skin and slowed my legs like I was walking through molasses.And then, like clockwork, it happened.The force yanked me inward with brutal speed. I flew through the dark, slammed into stone, and crumpled to the ground. But this time, I expected it. I curled my body in midair, took the brunt of the impact on my side instead of my back. It still hurt like hell, but I stayed conscious.That was new.The cave roared silently around me. That same crushing weight clamped down, harder now,
I didn’t know how long I lay there.Minutes? Hours? Days?The pain made time meaningless.I didn’t cry out—I couldn’t. My body wasn’t mine anymore. Just bones and nerves trapped under the weight of something too vast to comprehend. Something ancient and angry, pressing on every part of me like it wanted to flatten me into dust.I couldn’t move.Couldn’t breathe right.All I could do was feel. And plead.I whispered to the darkness, over and over, “Let it end.”When that didn’t work, I begged.When begging didn’t work, I asked for death.And then—just when I thought the cave would keep me forever—It spat me out.One moment I was crushed beneath its aura. The next, I was flying.I hit the dirt outside the cave mouth hard, landed face-first in gravel, and gasped for air like it was treasure.I didn’t even lift my head.But I saw the boots.Polished. Familiar.A hand grabbed my collar and turned me over.And there she was.Lysar.Smirking down at me like I was exactly what she expected t
They weren’t just fast.They were coordinated.Hundreds of sharp-eyed nightmares, darting across the grass with freakish rhythm. Beaks snapping, talons gleaming, thick sinewy muscles built for chasing and shredding. If I hadn’t spent fifteen days sharpening my instincts in the isolation chamber, I’d be a torn-up mess before midday.I dodged left, rolled under a leaping pair, and kicked one away before it clawed my thigh. They circled back, unrelenting.Naila’s voice had been quiet since I stepped into isolation. I knew she hadn’t left—her presence still hummed at the back of my mind, silent and still, hibernating deep in the dark void.She said her time in the God's domain had taken a toll on her resolve, and she needed time alone to recover.But it was moments like this I missed her most.If she were here, she’d tell me how to beat this. How to capture them.But right now? I was alone.Two hours passed.Two. Whole. Hours.I hadn’t caught a single one.The most I’d managed was knockin
The main hall was still empty when I asked the system for an update.“All RGT Selects have transitioned to advanced training with the five-year cadets,” it replied. “Except Cadet Orin, who remains in Isolation Chamber Nine.”So they’d all made it through.I had passed reflection training last. But apparently, I wasn’t the only one still left behind.I was just about to leave when the door to Chamber Nine hissed open.Orin stepped out.His shirt was soaked through. His arms hung heavy at his sides. Eyes slightly unfocused.We locked eyes.“Hey,” he muttered.“Hey,” I replied quietly.He didn’t stop walking. Just gave me a tired nod and moved toward the exit.“See you at the barracks.”I watched him go, understanding too well the weight in his step.He’d won the fight.But he’d lost the race.After the longest shower of my life and a hot meal that nearly brought me to tears, I made my way to the five-year barracks.It was louder than I expected.Cadets jogged in lines across the courtya