Chapter 1314: A New Type Of Training
The trio , Beatrix, Liam, and Dame , had a plan. After the chaotic arrival and the unexpected spotlight on Safa, they needed to get their bearings. Their destination: the academy’s internal training rooms.
There were quite a few of these rooms scattered across the sprawling campus. Some were open to any student, a free-for-all for practice, while others were restricted, accessible only to certain classes or those of a higher ranking. There wasn’t a huge difference in the facilities themselves, but the academy had figured that more talented students, the ones who truly wanted to push their limits, would appreciate a bit of privacy.
Otherwise, they’d be constantly bugged, asked for training tips, or challenged to impromptu duels. These rooms were available during free periods, early mornings, or whenever a student felt the urge to train.
They were reinforced with powerful magical barriers that surrounded the walls, floor, and even the air, ensuring no stray spell or explosive impact could damage the building itself. Most of the academy had some level of protection, but these rooms were practically fortresses of magical containment.
The three of them decided to enter a B Class and above room. It was Dame who had suggested it, a flicker of worry in his usually confident eyes. They were concerned that the higher-ranked students, the A-Class elites, might seek them out and challenge them to a fight. Or, even worse, they might be watching them closely, trying to gauge their skills.
Right now, Liam, Beatrix, and Dame weren’t even sure how to properly use these new artifacts, or if they even worked the same way as the ones back on Pagna. The last thing they wanted was to look foolish in front of a critical audience.
So, a B-Class training room seemed like the perfect in-between. They imagined none of the arrogant A-Class students would bother venturing into a B-Class space.
When they stepped inside, a handful of students were already there, practicing magic with each other, their spells flashing and crackling in the air. The space itself was a large, empty hall, like a massive indoor arena, with tiered stands of seats lining one side. A few people were casually observing, chatting amongst themselves, their voices echoing slightly.
“Alright, this isn’t bad,” Dame observed, scanning the room. “There aren’t too many people here, so we should be able to get some decent practice in.”
“Yeah, so let’s get to using these things!” Liam exclaimed, barely containing his excitement. He held out his hand, and from what seemed like thin air, or perhaps from inside his own wing, the Lightning enchanted wand materialized in his grasp, shimmering with a faint blue light.
“How exactly do these work?” Beatrix asked, her brow furrowed in concentration as she held her own elegant staff in her hands. Dame, meanwhile, had already slipped on his new gloves, which seemed to hum with a quiet energy.
They positioned themselves on one far side of the room, away from the other practicing students. While some of the students glanced their way, probably recognizing them as the new transfers, they didn’t pay them much attention, quickly returning to their own training.
“Honestly, according to my system, they just work like our old artifacts,” Liam explained, twirling his wand. “As long as you can resonate a bit of energy into them , be it Qi or Mana, I guess , we can use them, and it’ll directly impact the power of the weapon itself!” He didn’t just explain; he demonstrated. With a dramatic flourish, Liam swung his arm out, and from the tip of his wand, a crackling lightning bolt erupted, crashing harmlessly against the reinforced floor.
It didn’t leave a mark, but the sheer force of it made a sharp CRACK! sound that startled both Beatrix and Dame, who were standing right in front of him.
“This is amazing!” Liam practically shouted, his eyes wide with wonder. “I really produced lightning! It wasn’t just visual Qi or anything like that, but actual, raw lightning!”
“But can you do anything else?” Dame asked, ever the pragmatist. “Can you control the power output? Or maybe the direction?”
Liam spent the next few moments experimenting. He inputted more Qi, pouring more of his internal strength into his attacks. He tried various hand movements and stances, performing all the tests his mysterious ‘system’ required to gather every bit of information he needed. He quickly discovered that he could indeed activate more of the wand’s inherent power by channeling more Qi into it. The strength and intensity of the lightning bolt also seemed to increase proportionally with the power of his own strike. It was almost as if his Qi and the magic from the wand were fusing into one, creating an extraordinarily powerful strike. There was a clear limit to the maximum power of the lightning that the wand could produce on its own, but there didn’t seem to be a limit to how much he could combine his own Qi with its magic.
“That reminds me,” Liam mused aloud, a sudden thought striking him. “Raze’s attacks were always stronger when he combined both Qi and magic. If he just used Qi, it was strong. If he just used magic, it was strong. But using both together amplified them, and it looks like this is having the same effect!”
For now, Liam could only produce thunderbolt strikes from the wand, and he couldn’t seem to do anything else. But he already imagined it would be enough. With his system guiding him and the sheer power of these strikes, he was sure he could perform extremely well. Plus, he still had his special swords if he needed them.
The others quickly tried doing the same. For Dame, his new flame-enchanted gloves were pretty simple to figure out. They worked just like Liam’s wand, only Dame could shoot powerful fireballs with a quick punch of his fist through the air. It suited his direct, explosive fighting style perfectly. What he could also do was just activate the gloves, and flames would entirely cover his hands, turning his fists into blazing weapons. It was a quick process for Dame, especially with Liam’s enthusiastic explanations to guide him.
However, the item that proved the hardest to master was Beatrix’s staff. The staff clearly had earth-like capabilities, but when Beatrix tried hitting it on the ground, it could only create a large disturbance on the floor and then kick up a single rock at the very end. She couldn’t figure out how to make complex earth creations with it, like walls or traps, the way she could with her old abilities.
“It’s okay,” Beatrix sighed, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I was going to ask Raze if he could fuse these two artifacts anyway, combine them into something I can properly use. I guess I’ll just have to wait until then.”
“Right, let’s just hope you don’t get into a fight until then,” Liam joked, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Otherwise, you’re going to have to rely on your old Windy Qi spell.” He started to laugh, pleased with his own wit.
Dame, however, cleared his throat abruptly, cutting Liam’s laughter short. “Umm… it looks like our time to fight might be coming sooner than you think.”
As Dame looked past Liam, a group of students , a mix of boys and girls , were walking purposefully towards them. Some of them, Dame recognized immediately from the A-Class roster. And he could only think of one reason why they would be coming over.
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Chapter 1315: What about me?
When the three of them noticed the fairly large group of students approaching, a flicker of tension passed between them.
Not because they were afraid of losing a fight. No. All of them knew that if they could use their full abilities, if they could truly unleash their skills, then not a single opponent stood a chance.
But that wasn’t the issue.
The problem was that they couldn’t. Not here. Not now. If they performed too well in a scuffle, or if they walked away without a scratch, people would start asking questions. The wrong kind of questions. And getting found out was the last thing they could afford.
“I think this might be the perfect time to test out my new weapon,” Liam said, flashing a mischievous grin as he swung the device into his hand and cracked it down against the ground.
A spark jumped from the tip and exploded on contact. The blast hit the floor with a loud pop, causing the approaching students to flinch and recoil.
“Wait!” Beatrix darted forward, grabbing Liam’s wrist. She was so close now that he could smell her, something floral and sharp that overwhelmed his senses. Even the system messages buzzing in his mind were urging him to calm down.
“I don’t think they’re here to fight,” she said, holding his gaze. “Did you see how they reacted? That wasn’t an attack posture. They were surprised.”
Dame studied the group more carefully. Some of the students were practically hiding behind a couple of recognizable A-Class figures. Maybe they’d read the situation all wrong. But then, why had they approached?
“Sorry to bother you guys,” one of the students, tall, clean-cut, stepped forward, hands raised. “We’re not trying to start anything. It’s just… there was something we wanted to ask. That’s all.”
Liam’s system kicked in. No lies. No aggression. And then something else, something strange.
No… no way, Liam thought, scanning the data. There has to be a system error. It can’t be…
The group of eight, four boys, four girls, split apart.
The boys moved toward Beatrix. Then, without warning, all four of them dropped to one knee in perfect sync.
“We have all been captured by your beauty, Madam Beatrix!” they declared in chorus, like they’d rehearsed it.
One of them, clearly the ringleader, continued: “From the moment we first saw you, we knew. We were captivated by your every move. But we realized it wouldn’t be fair to compete in secret. So after much discussion, we decided to come forward, together, and confess our feelings.
“We ask only one thing… Please choose one of us. Just one, to have dinner with tonight.”
He lowered his head in a dramatic bow. The others followed suit, raising their voices: “Please consider our offer!”
Beatrix froze. She’d always been popular in Pagna, but for very different reasons. Never like this. Never with four boys at once, openly confessing under the eyes of a crowd.
She was caught off guard, but admittedly, kind of impressed. They were bold. Honest. Maybe a little dramatic, but in a way that was almost charming.
Meanwhile, Liam’s worst-case scenario was being confirmed by the second. His system was accurate. It wasn’t just the boys. The girls had also come with intentions… and they were now huddled together, shyly holding arms, giggling, and casting bashful glances at,
Dame.
One of the girls stepped forward, her face pink. “Are you doing anything right now? Maybe… maybe we could all go out? We could show you around the campus, or there’s this really nice dessert shop not too far from here.”
“Together?” Dame asked, brow raised. “All at the same time?”
The girls exchanged looks and giggled.
“We don’t mind sharing,” one of them whispered. “Just… give us all the same attention.”
Even though they were speaking softly, Liam’s system picked up every word, and it was making him visibly twitch. Steam practically blew out of his ears.
“Alright, ladies, calm down, calm down,” Liam said, stepping in front of Dame and throwing an arm around his shoulder. “You don’t all need to share. I’m here too, you know.”
The girls turned their attention to Liam, eyes scanning him up and down. Sure, he had the looks and the physique of a Pagna warrior, there was no denying that. But the way he carried himself? His attitude? That was where the problem lay.
Even the way he barged into the conversation just now…
“I’m sorry,” Beatrix finally said, stepping forward. “I came here to focus on my studies. As a transfer student, I already have to work harder than most. I just don’t have time for dating right now. I hope you all understand.”
The boys looked disappointed, but oddly… encouraged. Her gentle rejection only deepened their admiration. How could someone reject them so calm, it could only have been from the person named Beatrix.
“We respect that,” one of them said softly, with a smile on their faces.
Then it was Dame’s turn.
“As flattered as I am that you approached me,” Dame said, voice steady, “I’m afraid I can’t grant your request.”
Even if he’d wanted to, it wouldn’t have been possible. The moment he received the Gauntlets, everything changed. Their power came at a cost. He could no longer use his soldier. That part of him was gone.
He had made peace with it. Maybe there were other ways to experience connection, but he wouldn’t lead these girls on, not like this.
The group of students, disappointed but respectful, bowed their heads and slowly turned away.
That should’ve been the end of it.
But it wasn’t.
“What about me?!” Liam shouted, throwing his arms up. “Seriously, what about me?!”
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Chapter 1316: Your Real Thoughts
Raze wandered until they entered the library. Though it was called a library, it wasn’t like the ones found in public cities. Here, the space was designed not just for silence and study, but for discussion. Students clustered at tables, speaking freely without being shushed by staff.
Of course, most mages didn’t need total silence. If someone wanted peace and quiet, they could cast a simple Silence spell, either to block outside noise or to keep their own voice contained within a magical bubble.
Raze, Chiba, and Yolden found a table and took their seats while Raze moved off, scanning the rows of shelves for useful books. His sharp eyes darted between titles as he formed a plan.
They wanted to understand Panla’s lesson better, he thought, fingers brushing over spines. They might find this weird, but I can already guess most of the curriculum for the term. I’ll give them a foundation that will help with everything that’s coming.
By the time Raze returned, his arms were stacked high with books, far more than either girl had expected. He dumped them on the table with a heavy thud.
Chiba and Yolden blinked at the pile, trading uneasy glances.
“Is all this really necessary?” Yolden asked, a nervous smile twitching at her lips.
“Believe me,” Raze replied, pulling out a chair and sitting down, “it’s easier than it looks. These are all basic concepts. But if you truly master the basics, especially the ones that seem difficult at first, you’ll be ahead of the curve.”
He looked between them, serious now.
“Panla’s class is only going to get tougher. She wants to push you, creatively. That’s a good thing. Creativity is one of the most important traits a mage can have.”
“Creativity?” Chiba raised an eyebrow. “Not… knowing the most spells? Or memorizing the biggest tomes of magic?”
“Correct,” Raze said. “The powerful spells you learn now exist because someone else was creative enough to invent them. Remember, at one point, mana was just an idea. An unexplained energy people sensed but didn’t understand. Then someone figured out how to shape it. Use it. Turn it into spells.
“All of that came from creative thinking.”
He tapped a finger on one of the books.
“You don’t need to know how the foundations were originally discovered, but if you don’t understand those foundations now, you’ll never be able to build off them. Let me give you an example…”
Raze leaned in a little, his voice calm but pointed.
“Some of the magic formations Panla used in class today, if she showed them again, could you answer those questions correctly?”
The girls looked at each other, confused, like Raze had just asked if water was wet.
“Of course we could!” Chiba said, slightly offended. “We’re in that class for a reason. We’re both smart, you know. You shouldn’t underestimate us just because you’re some kind of genius.”
Raze sighed deeply.
“You’re missing my point. About fifty percent of the formations Panla showed today, I didn’t know them. Not until I actually saw them.”
Both girls blinked in surprise.
“That’s the difference,” Raze continued. “Memorization versus understanding. You can memorize a thousand formations and ace every test. But that’s not learning. That won’t help you carve your own path. Not in the long run.”
They didn’t know why, but coming from him, the words didn’t feel patronizing. Maybe it was the softness in his tone, or the calmness behind his silver-white hair and sharp eyes. He looked young, but something about him felt older. Like he’d seen more than he was letting on.
Raze kept teaching. He answered every question they threw at him, no matter how small. Time slipped away unnoticed. Hours passed, but it felt like one long conversation, focused, intense, but weirdly energizing. Each answer built on the last. Every explanation clicked. One lesson with Raze felt like ten with any other teacher.
Eventually, they reached the bottom of the book stack. Chiba slumped in her seat.
“Phew! My head’s totally fried. I don’t think I can even move tomorrow.”
“Seriously though,” Yolden said, turning to Raze with a warm smile. “Thank you. You barely know us, and yet… you did all this. You helped us. For no reason.”
Chiba nodded in agreement. “Is there anything we can do for you? Our families have good connections in the guilds. We can help you, if you want.”
Maybe that was true. But if their connections were good enough, they wouldn’t be here instead of at the Central Academy. Raze considered that, and decided to ask for something else.
“Just remember this day,” he said.
The girls tilted their heads.
“Remember me. Remember what I taught you. What I said. If you do that, then we’re even.”
They stared at him. That was it?
“Raze…” Yolden frowned. “I don’t think you understand how much time you gave us. We weren’t just asking for notes. We took up your whole afternoon. You have to let us repay you somehow.”
Raze chuckled.
“You’re right. It was annoying. But I still did it. That should tell you something.”
He leaned back in his seat, voice calm and cryptic.
“Just remember everything, me, this moment, all of it. Someday, it’ll make sense. Maybe not now. But it will.”
They looked at him, still puzzled, still clearly unsatisfied with his answer.
So he decided to push things one step further. In his mind, Raze was still thinking about Alen. He needed allies. He needed to know who he could trust. And this… this felt like the right test.
“Alright then,” Raze said. “One question, answer honestly.”
The girls perked up.
“If I asked you to write down what you truly think about the Grand Magus… and then write down what you honestly think about the Dark Guild… what would you say on each side of the paper?”
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Chapter 1317: Alterians View on Good And Bad
Chiba and Yolden scribbled away, their pens scratching across the pages. They didn’t fully understand why Raze had asked them to do this little exercise, but everything else he’d said that day had made sense, so they trusted him enough to go along with it.
A few minutes later, they were done. Both pushed their sheets forward proudly, as if submitting a final exam they knew they’d aced.
Raze picked up the first sheet labeled Grand Magus.
“I was sitting right in front of you both, so I know you didn’t copy off each other,” he said, scanning the pages. “Still… your answers are almost identical.”
He read aloud, “Honorable. Strong. Trustworthy. A symbol. Leadership. Guidance. Protector.”
He nodded, then picked up the second set of papers, this one about the Dark Guild.
“And again, nearly word-for-word the same: Untrustworthy. Evil. Lawbreakers. Villains. Backstabbers. Crazy. Dangerous.”
The two girls raised their eyebrows, glancing at each other with a slight shrug.
“Well… aren’t those things true?” Chiba asked.
“Based on what?” Raze asked, his tone calm, but heavy. “Have either of you personally experienced anything to prove those assumptions? Even if not directly, do you know anyone who has?”
They stayed quiet.
Raze leaned forward, eyes sharp now.
“Let’s take a step back. The Central Mage Academy, favored by the Grand Magus, looks down on other academies. Isn’t that why both of you have to work twice as hard to prove yourselves?”
The girls said nothing, but the silence was loud.
“Anyway,” Raze continued, waving a hand dismissively, “that’s just context. The point is this, sometimes we see what we want to see. Like when Moze jumped the gun in Panla’s lesson. He didn’t pause. Didn’t try to understand the full picture.”
He stood now, holding both sets of papers in each hand.
“If you break these groups down into individual actions, what has the Dark Guild actually done that’s so unforgivable? Why is learning Dark Magic considered a crime before anything has even happened?”
The words landed heavily.
“I told you already, my favor isn’t much. Just remember me. Remember who I am, and what I said.”
With that, Raze turned and walked away, leaving behind two of the top female students in the academy sitting in stunned silence.
“…What was that about?” Yolden asked after a long beat.
“I’m not sure,” Chiba said slowly. “But… didn’t it almost sound like he was a Dark Guild sympathizer? I’ve seen people talk like that online. People who think the Dark Guild isn’t evil, and that the Grand Magus is the real villain.”
“Raze?” Yolden scoffed. “No way. All those sympathizers are just bitter losers who’ve gotten nowhere in life. That’s why they latch onto rebellion. But Raze? He’s practically perfect. Talented, smart, he’s got everything.”
“Maybe his mind just works differently,” she added, her voice softening. “Maybe he’s just… trying to see things from a wider perspective. And if that’s the case… maybe he’s right.”
Chiba grinned, nudging her friend. “Okay, hear me out, I’ve got a wild theory.”
Yolden groaned. “Oh boy.”
“His name is Raze, right? Wasn’t Raze
also the name of a Nine-Star Mage from history? The one they called the Dark Magus? What if he’s been reincarnated, and now he’s in the body of a student?”
Yolden smacked Chiba lightly on the arm. “Don’t be ridiculous! Raze is a common name. Besides, if the Dark Magus really was back, why would he come here? Why would he sit down with us, tutor us for hours like some normal student?”
Chiba just grinned wider. “Maybe that was the answer. Maybe he wants us to question what we think we know.”
As Raze walked alone down the hall, he wasn’t thinking about Chiba or Yolden anymore.
He didn’t need them to understand everything right away. He just needed them to start questioning. The world had blindly followed a narrative for far too long. The Dark Guild had done what it could to reshape people’s thinking, but it clearly wasn’t enough.
Hatred for Dark Magic still ran deep. The Grand Magus still sat high on a pedestal.
Changing that perspective… won’t be easy.
Still, Raze had other things on his mind.
Time magic.
He had searched every inch of the academy’s library and found nothing beyond what he already knew. No advanced theories. No historic applications. Nothing.
Just as I thought, Raze sighed internally. If I want to learn anything real about time magic, I’ll have to get into the Central Academy. It’s not just about removing Ibrain anymore, we need to take everything they’re hiding there.
Eventually, Raze returned to his dorm room. He was surprised to find everyone already inside. Apparently, he’d stayed out longer than the rest.
“Well, look at that,” he said with a smirk. “All in one piece. No one expelled yet. That’s a good sign.”
The group laughed, and one by one, they updated Raze on their day, what they’d experienced, who they’d met, and what kind of chaos they’d survived.
Hearing about Safa’s classroom run-in, and Dame’s awkward fan encounter, actually made Raze laugh. A genuine one.
This time in Alterian… it was different. Better. He was starting to believe that bringing these people with him had been the right call. At least so far.
“Hey,” Beatrix asked, curious, “do you think it’s possible to combine the power of the Staff with the Artifact?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Raze answered confidently. “That way it’ll look like regular earth magic. The Artifact will still use your Qi to power it, but it might even make the result a little stronger.”
He stood up and stretched.
“I’ll start working on it tonight. But before that, I want all of you to do something for me.”
The group leaned in slightly, sensing a shift in tone.
“The next time you meet someone, anyone, say this phrase: Fear the unseen.“
He paused, making sure they heard every word.
“If they respond with For we are always near, then report back to me immediately.”
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Chapter 1318: Good Life At The Acacdemy
Surprisingly, it wasn’t as difficult as Raze had expected to combine the enchanted item with the artifact. In fact, the only real challenge was making the two connect in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicion. The artifact itself was far more powerful than the original item it was being merged with.
What Raze ended up doing was fairly straightforward: he reworked the staff so that Beatrix’s Qi could flow naturally through it, linking directly to the orb embedded at the top. The staff would now act as a conduit, channeling her energy and disguising the artifact’s true potential under the guise of Earth magic.
By morning, the modification was complete.
Raze handed the staff over to Beatrix just as the rest of the dorm woke up. Curious, they all gathered around to watch as she tested it.
Beatrix closed her eyes, focusing her Qi into the staff. Instantly, objects around the room began to shift and move, responding to her will. She reshaped a cluster of scattered chairs and floated them mid-air, then gently returned them to their original positions.
It worked. Flawlessly.
“Be careful with how you use that,” Raze warned. “The artifact can manipulate terrain in any form, using your Qi. That’s why it worked so well indoors, it doesn’t need to rely on existing materials.”
He looked at the others, knowing at least a few of them were listening in.
“Earth mages have to either construct earth using their mana and mold it, or control what’s already there. Creating from scratch takes a ton of mana. That’s why Earth mages perform best outdoors, in open environments.”
Safa nodded as she jotted notes in her notebook. She appreciated details like these, things most advanced mages skipped over assuming everyone already knew. But most of them had skipped the foundational training.
“And the staff’s changed appearance, won’t that be an issue?” Beatrix asked, examining the sleek new look.
“Just say someone in your family is good with enchantments and reconstruction,” Raze said. “Don’t mention me. We’ve already got enough eyes on us.”
With that handled, the group fell into a comfortable rhythm at the academy. Over the next few days, things went… unusually well.
Unlike their time at Pagna, there were no early conflicts, no targeted mockery. Students at Alterian had taken a strange liking to them, helping them, giving them nicknames, even asking questions to learn from them. It was a nice change.
Beatrix continued to get attention from boys. Not just in A-Class, her reputation was spreading quickly through the school. Meanwhile, Safa was becoming a minor celebrity.
People began calling her the Saintess, and Diana had started to notice that the queues for healing magic were getting longer and longer by the day.
Still, Safa had seen real progress. Her star level hadn’t just gone up once, but twice. She’d officially reached Five Star status.
Thankfully, Diana was with her every step of the way. The transition was smooth and precise. Even so, Diana kept her advancement quiet. She was worried.
Despite Safa’s quick growth, Diana knew the girl’s magical foundation was still weak. She was smart, but underdeveloped, too much attention from the other teachers might put her under pressure she wasn’t ready for. Or worse… they might try to take her away to train her themselves.
For now, Diana kept things quiet.
Liam, meanwhile, was thriving in his own way. His academic performance had turned heads among both boys and girls. After years of being teased or ignored, the newfound popularity was more than welcome.
And like Beatrix, Dame had no shortage of admirers. Every hallway he walked down earned second glances.
While everyone blended into academy life, they also continued to carry out the task Raze had given them.
The phrase: Fear the unseen.
They’d repeated it to dozens of students. All of A-Class had been checked, some more than once. But no one responded with the secret line Raze had told them to listen for.
For we are always near.
They asked him what the words meant. What it all pointed to. But Raze had kept quiet.
For now, he said, it was better they didn’t know. The truth about the Dark Guild, and its current movements, was still something he himself was unraveling.
“Alright, everyone!” Teacher Redrick’s booming voice pulled the room to attention. “You’ve all worked hard up to this point, and now, we’re getting close to the Magical Exchange.”
Whispers and murmurs rippled through the students. Some grinned. Others stiffened.
“This is the event where academies gather at the Central Academy to showcase their most exceptional students. It’s not just about prestige, though that’s a part of it. Being selected proves that your academy is producing top-tier mages.”
Redrick’s eyes scanned the room.
“And that means only ten of you will be chosen to represent Alterian’s A-Class.”
There was a mix of excitement and anxiety. Everyone wanted in.
“There will be two phases of assessments,” Redrick continued. “The first is combat-based, a battle assessment between students. But listen carefully, it’s not just about raw power.
“We’re not picking the strongest mage. We’re looking for the most special
ones.”
The room went still.
“Yes, the Central Academy will have powerful mages, but this is about magical exchange. If you bring something unique, something no one else can, you have a shot.
“That said, you still need to be able to fight. Victory in your battle will weigh heavily in your evaluation, but it won’t be the only thing we look at.”
He gave them a moment to take that in.
“From that assessment, twenty students will be chosen to move forward. Then comes the second phase.”
Redrick’s tone shifted. Serious now.
“All twenty of you will enter a dimensional portal. With a teacher accompanying you, you’ll venture into a hostile realm. There, you’ll face real beasts in real combat. No sparring. No safety nets.”
He folded his arms.
“During this phase, we’ll judge how well you adapt, how you respond to chaos, pressure, and danger. Your reactions, strategy, leadership, and resilience… that will determine who’s truly ready.”
A long silence followed.
Then Redrick’s voice rose one last time.
“So… are you ready?”
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