Chapter 1394: Magic in the Bloodline
Before jumping into the event, the Wilton Academy group agreed it would be best to observe a few matches first. It gave them time to study the competition, to figure out what techniques were most effective, and, more importantly, how the challenge actually worked.
It didn’t take long for them to pick up on a few key insights.
Out of all the types of magic they had seen so far, wind magic was proving to be the most effective. Its ability to cover wide surface areas made it ideal for pushing the large metal slab in the center of the stage.
There were also restrictions.
Earth magic was completely banned, it was likely too powerful and could potentially damage the platform. But most other forms of magic were fair game. Some students with exceptionally strong fire magic had used it to apply pure force and push the slab by sheer heat pressure alone.
They were also surprised to find the event involved more technique than expected. Some teams started the match with a full-power blast from both members, hoping to gain an early lead. If their opponents were holding back or trying to conserve mana, the match would be over within seconds.
Others fought a slow-burning battle, draining each other’s mana bit by bit, turning it into a mental and magical tug-of-war.
Strength wasn’t always the deciding factor. Some clever pairs had even come up with coordinated attacks. One would suppress the slab using subtle mana pulses while the other unleashed a large-area wind gust that swept the slab toward victory.
What looked like a simple, physical test had quickly turned into a fascinating and strategic competition for the group.
“Well, there’s four of us,” Chiba said, linking arms with Yolden. “I guess me and Yolden can go together, and then you two can team up.”
“You mean… go up against each other?” Moze asked, raising an eyebrow. “That doesn’t seem like a good idea. We’d end up draining our mana, and even if we recover in time, do we really need all of us participating? Also…”
He paused, eyeing the two girls.
“You two are always paired up. If this is about team bonding, shouldn’t we start mixing things up a bit?”
Chiba sighed, clearly reluctant to break the pattern. “Fine, fine. I guess since you’re too worn out to participate in this ’little game,’ I’ll sit out too. Which means…”
She gave Yolden a small push.
“Why don’t Piba and Yolden go together?”
“Me?” Yolden blinked, pointing at herself. She wasn’t entirely convinced she was strong enough to hold her own in a competitive event, let alone shine in it.
“I agree with Moze,” Piba said, stepping forward with a soft smile. “We haven’t had the chance to fight side-by-side yet. But it would be an honor to do so now. You’re one of Wilton’s top students, Yolden. Believe in yourself.”
Yolden’s cheeks flushed lightly, but she nodded. She’d come this far, it would be foolish to back down now.
Once the current round ended, Piba and Yolden signed up for the event. It wasn’t long before their names were called, and they both stepped up onto the platform, standing inside the designated magic circles.
Among the gathering crowd, a few Central Academy students recognized them.
“Hey, those are the top students from Wilton, aren’t they?”
“Should we go up and beat them ourselves?”
“Yeah, imagine what that would do, just proves how much better Central is.”
“…But what if we lose to them? They didn’t even make it into the Central Academy. If they win, what does that say about us?”
Their whispers died off quickly. In the end, none of them had the nerve to sign up. No one wanted to risk it.
Until two figures stepped forward.
A spiky-haired blonde boy with a thin scar above his eyebrow, and another student at his side.
It was Rupert… and Kayzel.
The energy in the area shifted instantly.
“Oh my god, that’s Kayzel!”
“Right? It’s like we’re watching a personal exhibition match now!”
“Of all people… why him? I can’t even remember the last time he bothered to take part in a public event.”
Yolden’s heart dropped. She’d never seen Kayzel in person before, but she had heard the name. Everyone at Wilton had.
“Piba,” she said quietly. “If we want to win this, we’re going to have to take it seriously.”
“I know,” Piba replied. “I heard the name too.”
The only one who didn’t seem fazed by the announcement was Moze.
“I mean, yeah, he’s one of their top students, maybe even the top. But what difference does that make? Piba and Yolden are top students too. They still have a chance, don’t they?”
He looked to the others, trying to read their expressions.
From the reactions of the Central students’ uniforms, he had already figured out Kayzel and Rupert were like Bones and Nannan, exceptional. But the look on Chiba’s face wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t admiration.
It was caution.
She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she silently cast a silence spell around their group.
That was when Moze knew this was something serious.
“Kayzel isn’t just a top student,” Chiba said finally. “That’s not what makes him dangerous.”
She glanced toward the platform, where Kayzel stood casually, arms folded, waiting for the match to begin.
“What makes him feared… is that he’s the son of Idore, one of the Grand Magus.”
Moze’s eyes went wide. The name sent a chill down his spine.
He didn’t even know the Grand Magus had children. But now that he thought about it, of course someone like that would be studying at Central.
“But… how is that not public knowledge?” he asked.
“It’s complicated,” Chiba replied. “Kayzel’s never been officially recognized as Idore’s son. Supposedly… he was the result of an unplanned pregnancy.”
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Chapter 1395: Legacy of the Forgotten Seed
Idore wasn’t just one of the Grand Magus, he was the Grand Magus, the one who had spearheaded the entire group’s formation and origin. The title itself, “Grand Magus,” carried weight only because he had existed first to define it.
His enchantments were so powerful that items he had once touched were now sought after across the globe. Magical artifacts, talismans, weapons, rumors said they could change the fate of entire kingdoms. With magic so rare and mighty, he alone held the ability to choose which countries to support… and which to ignore. Leaders from around the world tried endlessly to stay on his good side.
This influence was precisely why, according to whispers in courtrooms and taverns alike, Idore had created the Grand Magus organization to begin with. It wasn’t just about power, it was about unity. A neutral, magical pillar that could bring fractured countries together and forge an identity that would outlast politics. For the world to stop seeing themselves as fragmented nations and instead recognize the unity of Alteria.
So, for Moze to hear that the son of someone like Idore was now a student at the Central Academy… it explained why Chiba was suddenly so tense, so worried about her friends who were participating in the academy’s events.
“I’ve heard of him,” Moze said, eyebrows raised. “But if he’s really Idore’s son, why don’t more people care? Shouldn’t he be making headlines? And what do you mean by ’accidental pregnancy’? That doesn’t even make sense. Either Idore is his father or he isn’t.”
“You’re not wrong,” Chiba admitted. “But… I guess calling it an accidental pregnancy doesn’t explain the whole story.”
Because the truth was, the birth of Kayzel, Idore’s rumored son, was tied directly to a much deeper secret, one rooted in the earliest formation of the Grand Magus.
Back then, when Idore had earned the respect of every mage alive, people had begged him to choose a country to represent. A home to call his own. But instead of siding with where he was born or raised, he chose a different path. Using his world-shaping enchantments, he helped those who had the strongest visions, regardless of their flag. He backed movements and people, not monarchies or borders.
His ideals gained support. He became a symbol of power that rose above petty nationalism.
But unifying countries under a single magical authority wasn’t as easy as admiration alone. Governments feared losing control. Military leaders worried about independence. The solution to that was the creation of a supreme force, something strong enough to serve as law and order across all nations.
That force became the Grand Magus Guilds.
They became arbiters of justice, peacekeepers, and leaders. With magical strength rivaling nations, they stood as untouchable figures. And in return, the general public began to thrive. Life improved in many regions. Security increased. Innovation spread. At least for the citizens visible to the eye, the world became a better place.
But one issue remained, what if the Grand Magus vanished?
What if those powerful figures disappeared or died? Who would take their place?
To solve this, a proposal emerged. One not publicly discussed, but agreed upon behind tightly sealed doors.
A proposal to create successors, using Idore’s seed.
The idea was radical. Controlled magical reproduction. Each country would select a powerful female mage. The goal? To bear a child infused with Idore’s magical bloodline. A global initiative. A new generation of magically superior offspring to ensure the Grand Magus legacy would live on forever.
It was called The Grand Mage Inheritance Program.
A few candidates were selected. A few births occurred. But as the children began to grow… something became clear.
They were talented. Strong. Naturally gifted in the magical arts. But they weren’t prodigies. Not at the same level as Idore. They hadn’t inherited greatness instantly, and many had expected miracles.
Some nations had been waiting for a child stronger than Idore himself, an evolution.
That didn’t happen.
Combined with rising ethical concerns, criticism, and the fear of unpredictable outcomes, the program was quietly shut down. The children who had been born through it were stripped of their records, renamed, and allowed to live as ordinary citizens. Their legacy was buried.
But the truth didn’t stay hidden forever.
One of those children, Kayzel, had discovered it. Through fragmented documents, quiet whispers, and unsealed memories, he unraveled the truth of his own origin.
And when that secret came to light, panic followed. The country feared scandal. Headlines were narrowly avoided. But surprisingly, the facts surrounding the Grand Magus’ involvement, especially Idore’s, were still on record. It had simply been long forgotten.
Even more surprising, Idore had been the only Grand Magus to participate in the experiment. None of the others had donated their essence.
There was a reason for that.
Because after the project’s failure, the Grand Magus Council had agreed on something different.
They would never have children.
No heirs. No bloodline. No legacy through birth.
Why?
Because they feared that children would become a weakness. A vulnerability that enemies could exploit. And worse, what if those children, born with great power, developed their own twisted goals?
Even if the Grand Magus were united in their ideals, no one could predict how their offspring would act in the future. Power without guidance was dangerous. And what would happen after the Grand Magus were gone? Would the children fight over succession? Over ideology?
To prevent that, a new system was chosen.
Each Grand Magus would select a personal successor, but only when they sensed their own magic beginning to fade. Since the magic core resided in one’s heart, the decline came with age. When their health declined, so too would their magical strength.
They could force their magic to work, of course. But doing so would shorten their lives significantly. And there was one mage, a certain someone, who knew this more than anyone else.
This shift in legacy, this rejection of bloodlines, was what ultimately gave rise to the Era of Mages.
A world where anyone, regardless of their origin, could rise to power if their magic and will were strong enough.
A world where the Grand Magus wasn’t born… but made.
“I see now…” Moze said, nodding slowly. “I knew bits and pieces, but not the full picture. So if Kayzel really is one of those children… then that makes him special. Doesn’t it? As long as his magic grows strong enough… he could become a Grand Magus one day.”
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Moze continued. “Ending the whole project so early. No one really knew how powerful those children could become until they got older.”
“Exactly,” Chiba replied. “And that’s why some believe the results haven’t come yet. Some believe that in the near future… we’ll see a generation of mages who rise far beyond what anyone imagined.”
Her eyes turned toward the training fields in the distance.
“And Kayzel might just be one of them.”
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Chapter 1396: Wind and Will
The two teams had taken their places, each standing on opposite sides of the arena. Piba and Yolden stood within their designated circles, eyes locked forward as Kayzel and Rupert from the Central Academy stepped confidently into theirs.
“Do you have any idea what we should do?” Yolden whispered nervously. “Maybe… maybe we should just take the loss on this one. It’s not the main event anyway, so it’s not like it matters that much.”
But Piba only offered a soft smile in response.
“I don’t wish to lose,” he said calmly. “And besides, look at the crowd.”
Yolden turned, her gaze sweeping across the gathered students and spectators. That’s when she noticed them, Bones and Nannan, two more students from the Central Academy, watching from below. They wore subtle smiles, their eyes full of silent judgment.
“I was wondering why we kept running into students from Central,” Yolden muttered. “Could they have followed us here? Is this payback for what Chiba did… are they trying to overwhelm us?”
She wasn’t completely wrong. Her intuition was sharp, but she lacked one crucial detail, Kayzel’s personality. If she knew what kind of person he was, she might have guessed more accurately.
“Regardless of why we keep seeing them,” Piba said, his voice steady, “we are mages. Students of Wilton Academy. We train to grow stronger, to improve. I don’t want to throw that away by giving up without a fight. We should do our best, no matter who’s watching.”
Yolden hesitated, then gave a small nod. Piba’s words had struck something in her. She’d been ready to surrender before even trying. Now, she felt foolish for even considering it. They would fight, not for pride, not to impress, but for themselves.
“All right,” she said, squaring her shoulders. “Let’s talk strategy.”
On the other side of the field, Rupert scoffed.
“Look at them,” he muttered to Kayzel. “They’ve cast a silence spell between themselves. Must think whatever trick they’re hiding is going to win them the match.”
Eventually, the discussions ended. The silence spells faded. Both groups nodded to the professor, confirming that they were ready to begin.
“They’re going to be in for quite the surprise,” Kayzel said with a smirk.
The arena went still. A moment later, the bottom of the slab in the center lit up, its golden glow signaling that it was now active, able to be moved by magic.
In unison, Kayzel and Rupert raised their arms. They both cast wind magic, not a complex spell, but pure elemental force. A massive, concentrated burst of wind to push the slab to the opposing side. It wasn’t the most elegant move, but it was fast and direct.
The idea was simple: end it in one powerful push.
But at the exact same moment, Piba and Yolden responded. Without hesitation, they too summoned wind magic, using all the power they could muster in a single, full-force blast.
The slab shifted.
It moved toward Kayzel and Rupert’s side, but not far enough to declare victory. The light on the slab pulsed, indicating that no winner had yet been decided.
“They used the same tactic!” one of the students in the crowd shouted.
Neither team had held back. Neither had played defensive. Both had gambled everything on one explosive move.
I expected as much, Yolden thought to herself, her eyes focused. There are a lot of tricks to this game, but one thing no one’s done yet is try to truly understand their opponent.
She took a breath, thinking through what she knew.
Every student we’ve met from the Central Academy has been cocky. They act superior to every other school. That’s just the average student. So it’s no surprise that the top students feel the same way.
For them, it’s not just about winning, it’s about dominating. Making a scene. They probably planned to finish this match in one blow, right from the start. If we’d tried anything else… it would’ve worked.
Now, the match had hit a deadlock. The slab hovered near the middle, and Piba and Yolden were pouring magic into it, enough to prevent it from sliding any further, but not enough to push it back.
“What should we do now?” Rupert asked, glancing nervously at Kayzel.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Kayzel replied, keeping calm. “We have some leeway with the slab. Our wind element is stronger than theirs. Just hold out for a second.”
Kayzel stopped channeling wind and stepped back. He began preparing a more complex spell, something stronger, something bigger. Rupert continued pushing with his wind, but he could already feel the resistance fading. The slab was drifting back toward the center.
“Now’s our chance!” Yolden shouted.
Together, she and Piba ceased their magic, for just a moment. They inhaled, focused, and then released another strong burst of wind magic.
It was the same tactic as before, just raw elemental force, but there was a difference this time.
A soft, white glow surrounded them both.
Moon magic.
Now, with the moon’s enchantment boosting their power, Piba’s wind spell surged forward. It combined with Yolden’s, their magic synchronizing perfectly.
Kayzel’s eyes widened. He reacted fast, canceling the spell he was building. He tried to assist Rupert, but it was too late.
The slab shot across the center line, wind tearing across the field. With one clean push, it slammed into the opposing side and stopped.
The arena went silent.
A second later, the golden light flashed, indicating a winner had been decided.
“We did it!” Yolden cried out. “We actually did it! You were right! We won! We beat them! Hah!”
She collapsed to her knees, overcome with relief and disbelief.
On the other side, Rupert looked toward Kayzel.
“Hey, are you all right?” he asked, unsure. “I mean… it’s just a small event, right? We can win the real ones later.”
But Kayzel’s expression didn’t soften.
“No,” he said quietly. “Didn’t you hear what they told us?”
He clenched his fists.
“We have to win everything. No exceptions.”
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Chapter 1397: The Victory’s Shadow
After their unexpected victory, Piba and Yolden had no interest in taking part in the ongoing events any longer. And truthfully, no one expected them to. After defeating students from the Central Academy, the most prestigious of them all, they had already done what most thought was impossible.
Still, deep down, the two of them knew something about that win, it wasn’t flawless. It hadn’t been overwhelming domination. It had been clever. Strategic. A bit of trickery, even. And they both silently acknowledged that if they were to face those Central Academy students again… they might not win a second time.
That was the risk.
Right now, people could claim it was a fluke. An upset. A once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing. But if they were to lose a rematch, then it would just be humiliation. All the praise they had earned would vanish.
So instead of taking that risk, they stepped off the stage.
Waiting for them at the edge of the platform were Chiba and Moze, both bursting with pride.
“Haha! You did it! You actually did it!” Moze shouted, practically jumping with excitement. “You should’ve seen the looks on the Central Academy students’ faces! They were so smug, so sure of themselves, like victory was already in their hands! And Chiba, man, the way she was talking about that guy, it was like she already had her ‘it’s okay you lost’ speech ready to go!”
Chiba’s cheeks flushed red.
“I was just making them aware of how skilled their opponents were. That’s all!” she shot back, clearly flustered. “Now that they’ve won, that should tell you just how impressive their victory was. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have known any better!”
Moze smirked, letting it go. It was obvious they were all proud. Piba and Yolden had made their mark.
“You used your moon magic, didn’t you?” Moze asked, curious. “That was your trump card, right? I bet they never saw that one coming!”
Piba gave a humble smile and pointed to Yolden instead.
“I only played a small part in the win,” he said. “The whole thing was Yolden’s plan. Without her… I doubt we could’ve pulled it off.”
“No, no,” Yolden protested quickly, raising her hands. “Don’t go putting all the credit on me. Without your moon magic, we wouldn’t have had a way to win at all. I was only able to do what I did because certain pieces were in place.”
She glanced back toward the stage, where the Central Academy students had stood just moments ago.
“I figured, being top-tier students from Central, they wouldn’t show their full strength, not at something like this. If any of them had a special affinity or a unique trait, they’d keep it hidden. It wouldn’t be worth showing their cards.”
She gave Piba a nod.
“But you were willing to reveal your power. Your moon magic let us win, even if it meant exposing what you could do.”
The others listened carefully. If Yolden had predicted all that, then it meant she had understood not just the battle, but the people involved. Chiba was always praised for being a genius in the heat of a fight, a true tactician. But there was another type of genius: one who could strategize from the outside, reading patterns and predicting behavior.
Yolden might just be one of those.
On the other side of the arena, Kayzel and Rupert had regrouped with their classmates. Bones and Nannan stood stiffly, unsure of what to say. Frustration clouded their expressions, they knew that same bitterness too well.
“That guy… he used moon magic, right?” Ponzo finally said. “I’ve seen that affinity before. They must’ve really wanted to win, if they were willing to reveal something like that now. It just means we can prepare for it in future events.”
There was a brief silence. Everyone seemed to be waiting to hear what Kayzel would say.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to see the Wilton students walking off in the distance. His eyes narrowed.
“We need to deal with them,” Kayzel said coldly. “Before the next event. They pulled off a stupid little trick, and they’re going to learn that it’s going to cost them, dearly.”
The group followed his gaze, then began tailing the Wilton students. They kept their distance, careful not to be spotted, watching and waiting for the right moment.
Meanwhile, unaware they were being followed, the Wilton students continued to walk around the fairgrounds. The events had started to blur together. They had seen most of what the fair had to offer. With their earlier victory still fresh and their spirits high, they didn’t want to risk dampening the mood.
“Should we just head back to the dorms and rest?” Moze asked. “The teachers said we’re meeting an hour from now in front of the coliseum, right?”
“I think that might be one of the smartest suggestions you’ve made,” Chiba said, chuckling. “I’m wondering if we should try to find the others first. Maybe they want to rest too.”
“We’ve been walking around for a while and still haven’t run into them,” she added. “Maybe while we’re back at the dorm, we can talk about what to do next.”
The group decided it was worth spending a little time searching for the others, at the very least, to let them know about their plan to head back. Still, part of them hesitated. They didn’t really want to get involved in whatever the others were doing.
They couldn’t deny it, they were still classmates. Still part of the same academy. But the truth… the whole truth… complicated things.
In the end, the search was fruitless. The fair was too massive, the crowds too thick, and the events too numerous.
“I guess we should just head back to the dorms,” Chiba said with a shrug. “We’ll see them in front of the coliseum anyway, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” Moze replied. “But before that, I need to answer nature’s call.”
His eyes darted toward the nearby restroom.
“I guess I should go too,” Piba added, grinning. “I’ll head with you.”
Chiba raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“And here I thought it was just girls who went to the bathroom together,” she teased.
The girls continued talking casually, thinking nothing of the two boys heading off.
They had no idea that four Central Academy students were quietly following behind them.
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Chapter 1398: No Safe Place
Moze and Piba had stepped into the restroom, expecting nothing more than a routine break.
At the end of the day, even as mages, they were still human. And humans had basic needs.
Piba headed toward the row of urinals, while Moze shuffled in behind him, eyes already scanning for space.
“What the heck, man?” Moze suddenly grumbled, noticing where Piba had stopped. “There are five urinals. Five. And you decided to use the one right next to me?”
Piba shrugged with a wide grin. “It was just the closest one.”
“Do I look like I care about efficiency?” Moze shot back. “I can’t pee with you standing so close.”
But it was already too late. Piba’s stream was flowing freely, completely unfazed. Moze sighed and stepped away with a shake of his head. As he adjusted and zipped up, something strange made him pause.
He felt it before he saw it, an unsettling shift in the atmosphere.
“Oh? What’s wrong?” Piba teased without turning his head. “Decided to join me side by side after all?”
There was no answer.
The silence was sharp, eerie even. Piba finished up and turned around, his smirk vanishing the moment he caught sight of what had left Moze speechless.
Standing across the tiled floor were four figures, and none of them were smiling.
Kayzel. Rupert. Ponzo. Bones.
All from the Central Academy. All among the strongest students in the entire tournament.
And none of them were anywhere near the urinals. They had entered the room for one reason, and it wasn’t to relieve themselves.
Moze instinctively stepped beside Piba, suddenly feeling very, very small.
People often underestimated Moze. He could be loud, reckless, even foolish at times. But he wasn’t stupid. He could read a situation, and this one screamed danger. Four elite mages didn’t corner you in a bathroom just to talk.
“I’m guessing your little academy was feeling pretty proud of itself,” Kayzel said coolly, stepping forward. “Pulling off a win like that? Impressive moon affinity. Truly.”
His voice was casual, but his words were laced with venom.
“It’s a shame, really. If only you hadn’t shown your magic… then I wouldn’t have to do this.”
With no warning, Kayzel launched forward and struck.
His leg moved so fast it was almost invisible, like it had been fired from a spell. There was a loud CRACK as his foot connected with Piba’s knee.
The joint buckled inward with a sickening crunch.
Piba would have collapsed if Moze hadn’t caught him.
“You can scream all you like,” Rupert said calmly. “We’ve placed a silence spell over this entire space. No one outside will hear you. And we’ve made sure no one else can enter.”
Moze’s mind was spinning. The attack hadn’t felt magical, but the force behind that kick… it wasn’t normal. Not even close.
“What are you doing?!” Moze shouted, lightning crackling around his fingertips.
But the spark never left his hand.
Bones raised his own hand and fired a spell, twin streaks of lightning that struck both of Moze’s arms.
The pain was immediate.
The blast surged through him, arcing from his shoulders to his wrists. At the same time, Piba’s hands were caught in the backlash, rendering both of them unable to cast. Their limbs twitched uncontrollably, overloaded by the spell.
And that was just the beginning.
Kayzel, moving with perfect timing, conjured two fireballs. They twisted in his palms, condensed and burning white-hot, the kind of spell that could melt steel if focused long enough.
He thrust them forward, slamming both directly into the stomachs of the Wilton students.
The flame surged.
Their uniforms, enchanted to withstand basic damage, did their best, but the heat seared through, scorching fabric and skin.
Before their bodies could slam into the tiled walls, Rupert cast another spell, raising a wall of solid earth behind them.
BAM!
They crashed into it hard.
The pain radiated through their spines, and the force knocked the breath out of their lungs.
And still… no one came.
The battle had barely begun, but Moze and Piba already knew the truth, this wasn’t a fight they could win. Not in a fair duel. Not with these odds.
These weren’t just fellow students.
They were predators.
And this ambush… it was intentional. A message.
“We both know,” Piba coughed, “that fighting outside the events is against the rules. You’re going to be in serious trouble for this. Why? Why go this far?”
Kayzel strolled over to them, his footsteps echoing off the cold tile. He knelt beside them, electricity dancing between his fingers, forming a cruel arc of lightning.
“Rules?” Kayzel smirked. “Those don’t apply to us. We’re the ones hosting this event. Those rules were just there to stop you lot
from whining when you lost.”
The Central Academy students… this was who they really were?
Moze and Piba had grown up hearing stories of how prestigious Central was. Of how powerful and noble their students were, leaders in the making.
But now?
Looking up from the bathroom floor, bruised and burned, all they saw were tyrants in uniforms.
For some reason, both boys remembered something Raze had once said.
People should be judged by their actions.
And right now, Central Academy was showing its true face.
“Do you know what happens,” Kayzel whispered, “if I insert my magic directly into your cores?”
His voice was low, almost gentle.
“It destroys them. Permanently. You’ll never cast magic again. You’ll be nobodies. You’ll be laughed out of your academy. Forgotten.”
He stood up again, towering over them.
“We were going to win our rematch anyway. But now? Now we’ll make sure your little moment of victory ends in tragedy. You’ll be the bottom of the barrel, outclassed by everyone. A reminder of what happens when you embarrass us.”
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