The next morning, anticipation buzzed through Atticus as he made his way towards the combat faculty. Unlike the serene atmosphere of the library, a vibrant energy thrummed in the air here. The building itself was imposing, constructed from dark gray stone with towering pillars that seemed to pierce the sky. Students milled about, clad in their designated combat gear – leather armor worn over loose-fitting pants and shirts, all reinforced with defensive enchantments. Atticus navigated the bustling corridors, his steps echoing on the polished stone floors. He exchanged brief greetings with passing students, some familiar faces from his classes, others unknown but radiating an air of focused intensity. Finally, following the directions Professor Ragnar had provided, he arrived at a large training hall.The scene within was a testament to the magnitude of the upcoming mission. Students, roughly thirty in number, were already gathered, their voices raised in animated conversation. In the

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the enchanting process was complete. Master Wei led them to a large, circular training hall. The walls were constructed from polished obsidian, reflecting the flickering light emanating from magical orbs suspended from the high ceiling. In the center of the chamber, a shimmering portal pulsated with an ethereal light, its energy twisting and distorting the air around it.Master Wei stood before them, a solemn expression etched on his face. "Today's final training session will take place within an illusionary world," he explained. "This world has been specifically designed to mimic the environments where Spectral Demons are most likely to manifest."He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of his students. "Within this illusion, you will encounter a variety of spectral entities. Your objective is to defeat them as efficiently as possible."A low murmur rippled through the crowd. The prospect of facing Spectra Demons, albeit in a simulat

Atticus looked at Bai Feng who was being dragged away and he could feel his demonic qi stir as his bloodlust threatened to consume him."Atticus!" A familiar voice called to him as he felt a soft hand hold his. Xu Hua's face then came to his view. "Atticus, your eyes!" She called out once again.At this point Atticus felt his rising blood lust decrease as he brought it under control.'What did she mean by my eyes?' Atticus thought.[When your bloodlust rises, your eyes start to turn red.] Rhea explained to Atticus, answering his thoughts.Alarm filled Atticus as he realized how dangerous this was. Red eyes that came with his bloodlust looked too similar to spectral demons.Even though the academy may be suspecting him to have ties to the scarlet soul faction, there was no need to give them actual evidence and then also a reason for them to get him pruned.Atticus just stared at Xu Hua putting up a confused expression as if he didn't realize what just occurred. Maybe she would chalk i

Xu Hua was feeling very confused as her emotions were a mess.Seeing Xiao Mei declare her interest in Atticus and Ling Yue coming along to the same but with more intensity shouldn't be something that Xu Hua should even care about.After all it was Atticus' problem to deal with and she was sure that he could easily handle it.But why did she feel so annoyed seeing all these girls around him...'Could I be jealous?' She thought."No, definitely not." She shook her head vigorously in denial.They may be roommates but their paths in the rooms don't cross that much because of how vast and segregated their apartment was.So there hasn't really been any awkward conversations between the two of them.Besides most times Atticus just teases her she bashes him back with insults...she wouldn't ever admit this to him but she liked to be around him as everything felt much more interesting.She had left the combat faculty to go to their dorm. She had a scheduled stroll with her spoiled raven and 'lo

–it was undeniably impressive. However, something about the brute force approach still didn't quite click with Atticus, besides he didn't really need to go so deep into learning how to manipulate different elements without having their affinities as he did have all basic elemental affinity.Not that this was all there was to elementalists but something else was on his mind.Throughout his journey through the hall, a single theme kept echoing in his mind – illusion. He had been captivated by the concept ever since stumbling upon a dusty tome on the subject in the academy library. The book spoke of weaving intricate illusions, of manipulating perception, of bending reality without a single flashy spell. The more he read, the more intrigued he became.Professor Wu's booming voice cut through the cacophony, instantly commanding the attention of the hall. "Welcome, first-year students," he declared, his voice resonating with power. "Today marks the momentous occasion – the day you choose y