The ceremony began with an air of grandeur that stole the breath from my lungs.We gathered in the cathedral’s vast main hall, its arched ceiling stretching endlessly above us. Vibrant colors streamed through the stained-glass windows, painting the crowd with hues of crimson, gold, and azure. The scenes depicted on the glass told stories of the Eight Great Gods—divine figures whose power we were meant to channel tonight.Chandeliers shaped like frozen droplets hung suspended midair, as if held by an unseen spell. The golden floor beneath us shimmered, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of countless lights adorning the hall’s walls.The air hummed with anticipation, the faint notes of a mass choir blending into a melody that seemed to echo within my chest. Their voices carried the weight of centuries, setting the stage for the ritual that was about to change our lives forever.I stood among the other aspirants, each of us clothed in simple white garments symbolizing purity a
The air in the grand cathedral was thick with fear, anger, and accusations. Voices rose in a chaotic uproar, their words striking like arrows."Do you want to kill us all?" a frail old woman cried, her voice trembling as if the mere sight of me—no, the beast—was too much to bear."SHUT IT!" Naila's voice bellowed through my lips, low, hoarse, and filled with menace. The sound alone sent the crowd reeling back, their faces painted in terror."So, she's really a demon?" someone whispered, loud enough for the words to reach my ears."Could she have been the one who killed Elaine?" a man said from the back of the gathering.Naila twisted my mouth into a cruel grin. "Yes," she hissed, her tone dripping with mockery. "I killed her. And every moment of it was exquisite." She licked my lips slowly, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Such a shame you missed it."The crowd erupted in cries of horror."Kill her!" screamed a voice that cut through the chaos.Celene.There she stood, poised at the ce
The High Priestess had done something to the ring. It didn’t just hold Naila back anymore. It was . . . different.Walking through the quiet village streets, I first noticed the change. My senses—heightened, sharp, alive—felt like mine, not hers. I could hear the faint crunch of a man’s boots on gravel from miles away. Smell the soap of a woman bathing behind a closed door. The hairs on my neck stood on edge, not from fear, but from awareness.Naila stirred faintly in the back of my mind. She wasn’t fighting to escape. She was . . . watching.:~*~:At dawn, the village gate came into view, bustling with life. Merchants loaded carts with sacks of grain and barrels of ale. Farmers herded reluctant goats and clucking chickens, their children trailing behind. The guards stood tall at their posts, inspecting incoming travelers more thoroughly than those leaving.Wooden beams stretched high above the gate, weathered but sturdy. Small carvings of protective runes adorned the arch, a feeble a
The carriage loomed ahead like a relic from a storybook—sleek and metallic, with intricate engravings glowing faintly in the early morning light. Its structure was unlike anything I had ever seen. No horses were tethered to it, yet it rested firmly on the ground, humming faintly with energy.“This is your ride?” I asked, my voice betraying my disbelief.“You’ve never seen magic engineering before?” Lydia asked, an amused glint in her eyes.“Not like this.” My gaze traced the gleaming lines along the carriage, the faint blue aura emanating from its underside. “It moves without horses?”Gidon snickered from behind me. “Not just moves, girl—it flies. Okay, maybe not flies, but it’s fast. Faster than anything you’ve ridden before.”Inside, the wonder only grew. The carriage’s interior was a marvel of intricate machinery and cozy design. Gears and pipes ran along the walls, glowing softly as if alive. The seats were cushioned leather, worn but sturdy, and a centerpiece dominated the room:
“Where are we, Blooby?” Gidon groaned, rubbing his temples as he sat up.“Blooby . . . bloob . . . drove carriage away from danger,” the machine said in its mechanical monotone. “Blooby drive and drive . . . bloob . . . Blooby don’t know where we are.”“Wait . . .” Lydia blinked, her glasses crooked as she scrambled to her feet. Her head turned sharply toward the bushes. “Where’s the carriage? Where is my baby?”“Relax. It’s way over there.” Gidon pointed toward a cluster of shrubs just ahead, where the faint metallic glint of the carriage peeked through the greenery.Lydia exhaled audibly, her body slumping with relief. “Oh, thank the gods. My baby is safe.” She placed a hand on her chest and began taking deep, deliberate breaths, as though recovering from near suffocation.“Carriage won’t move,” Blooby said, turning its glowing optics toward her. “Blooby . . . bloob . . . carried everyone out . . . bloob . . . to protect everyone inside.”“Carried everyone out?” Lydia repeated, her
"Blooby!" Lydia shouted, her voice cutting through the rising tension as we stood on the brink of chaos. She fiddled nervously with her glasses, one foot tapping incessantly against the dirt. "What are our chances of survival?"Blooby's copper head tilted slightly, gears whirring as he calculated."Bloob . . . I estimate we have a 57% chance of defeating them.""Fifty-seven?" Butcher's deep laugh rumbled through the group like thunder."That's good enough for me!" Не slammed his axes together, sparks flying from the collision."Why am I not surprised you think that's good odds?" Gidon muttered, already pulling a smoke flare from his cross-bag. "Thicker mist. Better cover. We can run for it."Before anyone could respond, he hurled the flare at the orc-monkeys."You dumb prick!" Lydia yelled, her voice a mix of panic and frustration. "What makes you think a smoke flare will stop a bunch of orc-monkeys?"With a sharp motion, she pulled a glowing device from her belt and flung it toward t
Ever been in a dark room—not just any dark room, but one unfamiliar, suffocating, and full of unknowns? You stumble forward, arms outstretched, every step cautious as your eyes strain against the blackness, searching for any hint of light. That’s what it was like for the first thirty minutes inside Gyrange’s Cave after the massive doors slammed shut behind us.Then came the green rings of light.They lined the walls, ceiling, and floor of a corridor, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.“It’s hard to tell what comes next. Everything looks suspicious,” Butcher muttered, his eyes scanning the eerie glow.“We were let in too easily,” he added, tightening his grip on his axes. “Feels like we’re walking into a trap.”“Let’s just avoid stepping into the circles,” Gidon suggested, his voice unusually serious.“For once, I agree with Gidon,” Lydia chimed in, taking a deliberate step forward—right into a green circle. She turned to face us, her expression calm. “See? Nothing happened.”'She’s moc
“How can someone so smart be so reckless?” Gidon muttered, following after her.“She knows you’ll come to her rescue, idiot,” Butcher said with a laugh, paddling next to me.One moment Lydia was ahead of us, and the next, she was gone.“Where has . . . bloob . . . master gone?” Blooby asked, his voice tinged with worry.“Let’s get to the sound first,” the boss said, his calm tone masking the tension in his movements."Whoa!"Suddenly, a powerful force yanked me forward, and the world blurred. In an instant, I was standing in a triangular room, Lydia and Gidon already there, looking equally disoriented.“Welcome,” Lydia said, seeming too amused for the situation we were in.“What just happened?” Butcher asked as he appeared beside us.“Look up,” Lydia whispered, her voice tinged with awe.Above us, suspended in the center of the room, was a sleek, oval object. Its surface gleamed like polished silver, and faint red patterns pulsed along its edges.“I am G-Mech, 0100,” a feminine voice
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