Prince Eldan:Their fate would be decided today.The young mages of the kingdom of Arcadiawere about to discover the path their lives would follow, they would either become Arcanists, those who fight with raw chi and willpower, or Alchemists, those who fight by shaping chi through knowledge and creation.From as early as ten years of age, the children had been trained rigorously, learning to harvest their chi energy.today marks the day they will be divided into their chosen paths.Once their path is chosen, they proceed to Arcadia Academy, where they will learn how to fully harness their powers and master the art of battle.Only a few had the strength, discipline, and focus to endure the grueling process.For those who failed, years of intense training would come to nothing, and the weight of disappointment often fell not only on the child but on the entire family.Parents had spent countless days consulting shamans, praying fervently for guidance and protection, hoping their child

King Darius:The princes arrived at the royal training ground, King Darius was already there, seated on a carved throne at the far end of the field, his eyes sharp despite the sickness that withered his body.Beside him stood Alchemist Lysander, draped in dark robes,His long hair was tied back.The moment the three sons entered, the king straightened in his chair. “Ah, my sons,” Darius said, his voice carrying both pride and command. “You’ve done well today in the ceremony. But there’s something else I must know… something colors alone cannot tell me.”Aziel bowed slightly, his expression composed. “What would you have us do, Father?”The king’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Your chi mastery levels,” he said simply. “Lysander will examine them. I want to see the measure of your true power.”Dahlen’s chest tightened. He swallowed hard, glancing at Rian, who smirked in amusement. Rian leaned close and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Try not to embarrass yourself again, l

Vanya:She ran as fast as her old feeble legs,could take her.Dax and a squad of armored guards tore through the trees, the stomping of their horses crushing dead leaves, their torches flickering.“Don’t let her escape!” Dax barked, his deep voice echoing through the forest.Vanya ran. Her breath came out ragged and uneven, her old lungs burning with every step. She stumbled over a root but didn’t stop. The night wind whipped at her tangled gray hair, and her cloak snagged on a branch, tearing. She didn’t care. Her only thought was run.Her heart pounded, both from exhaustion and fury. That wretched king… she thought bitterly. I should have known he’d betray me the moment he got what he wanted.Branches scratched her arms as she forced her body to keep moving. She could hear the guards getting closer.If she’d been at full strength, she could have easily blown them away. But the Alchemy of Souls had drained her. The ritual had taken nearly everything she had left.Her legs trembled. H

Soraya:That night, the moon hung low over the rooftops. The streets outside were finally quiet after the day’s commotion. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a single flickering oil lamp.Rhea sat cross-legged on the floor, folding clothes and talking endlessly her voice carrying the same excitement she’d had all day.“…and then when the gates opened, you should’ve seen how the crowd cheered! Mage Zhalik himself was there to welcome them! And the robes, Soraya,oh, the robes! They were so elegant.I swear,if i were one of them i will make sure to show off so well,can you imagine Soraya,That we were one of them?"Soraya didn’t answer. She sat by the small wooden desk near the window, chin resting on her hand, eyes distant. Her mind was far from Rhea’s chatter.Now that she had seen the palace gates open today, she had an idea but not a complete one."Even if I pretend to be one of the new mages", she thought," I still need an acceptance scroll to be let in".She sighed heavily, tapping he