“Sorry, kid. But you need to forget what just happened,” a voice said just before Blossom collapsed and everything turned white.Someone had teleported Won away in an instant.“What the hell were you thinking?” the voice demanded sharply.They were inside a sunlit room filled with paintings and sculptures, the golden light spilling gently through the window. Won, clutching the spot where his left arm had been a few minutes ago, glared at the man before him. It was the teacher who once told him to shower with mint flavored body wash.“What did you do to Blossom?” Won snarled, wincing in pain.“Oh, now you are worried about your little girlfriend? You have lost an arm, kid!” the teacher snapped.Last Updated : 2025-11-01

The chaos finally subsided after several exhausting hours. With the combined effort of teachers and students, order slowly returned to the academy grounds. The Ashen with pure magic bearing had already begun restoring the shattered library, their spells weaving through the air like glowing threads of silk, piecing together the wreckage left by the battle.By nightfall, the academy was silent again—too silent tonight as everyone was scared. They knew the academy wasn't safe anymore. The teachers had gathered for an urgent meeting. The students, drained and hollow-eyed, retreated to their dormitories.After a quick shower, Won collapsed onto his bed, muscles heavy with fatigue. Beside his bed, Orson was already snoring softly. But their fragile rest didn’t last

Won raised his brows, not the least bit surprised, and asked with a calm tone, “Professor Xiamo, do you mind if I take a seat on your couch?”Wynn and Xiamo exchanged a brief glance. The old professor hesitated for a heartbeat before nodding.“Ah—yes, of course. Please, sit down. Forgive my earlier insincerity.”“Thanks,” Won muttered. He sat silently, sipping the tea placed before him. After a few moments, he set the cup down and spoke evenly, his gaze lifting to meet theirs.“I think I made it clear during our last meeting—I know neither of you can possibly be human. So, stop looking so shocked.”Professor Xiamo blinked and cleared his throat, lowering himself into

A week passed, yet no evidence surfaced regarding Aviva’s assassination. The academy had returned to its rhythm — endless lectures, and brutal training sessions. But between Orson and Won, a thick wall of silence remained. They hadn’t exchanged a single word since that night.Won didn’t even know how to start. The air in their dorm felt heavy, the unspoken guilt pressing between them like a blade.“You sleeping?” Won finally asked after stepping out of the shower, his hair still dripping. Orson lay on his bed.Orson’s eyes snapped open, sharp and alert. “Who are you? Can’t believe you’re the one talking first.”There was