Michael had gone into hiding, so Lior had hired a personal assistant to help him find out where Michael could be hiding. His name was Kyle, a retired soldier.Meanwhile tonight, Lior had planned to visit the Twilight Garden Bistro after investing heavily into it. Since he poured money into the renovations, he hadn’t laid eyes on the new view of the restaurant. The reports were glowing, but he needed to see it for himself.As the evening came, Lior, dressed in his finest suit, stood outside his home eagerly waiting for Kyle to pick him up. He adjusted his cufflinks, the silver catching the fading light, and checked his watch for the third time in five minutes. Kyle had taken the car to run an errand. A few minutes later, he returned."Hey Kyle, are you ready to take me to the Twilight Garden Bistro?" Lior asked, excitement gleaming in his eyes. "I really want to see the transformation." "Absolutely, Sir," Kyle replied, flashing a bright smile as he opened the car door. "All I've h

It was finally the first day of school resumption. The grand courtyard of the Royal Academy was buzzing with voices, banners of every kingdom swaying in the breeze. The air was thick with ambition, rivalry, and pride. This was because students of this school came from top noble families from different continents, countries and kingdoms. There were also secret races of beings which weren't humans. It wasn't the only school in the city, but it was the most prestigious. Lior stepped forward, his eyes scanning the crowd. He felt alive—this was the place where strength would be tested, where ranks would be earned. He used his Divine eyes skill on some few people and noticed that they had very high combat abilities. “Ah, at last a place to face worthy opponents.” I am getting fired up, Arkanos commented, and lior could only imagine that if he could see Arkanos's face, there'll be a wide grin. But before Lior could take in the atmosphere fully, a sharp, mocking voice cut through

Mr. Leo and Miss Severine stood frozen, their gazes locked onto the large, glowing holographic screen that hovered above the academy arena. The air around them was thick with tension. On the screen, the leaderboard pulsed with light, and at the very top, Prince Frederick’s name blazed in gold letters, his point total sitting at a commanding 25,000. With each passing second, his lead over the others seemed to stretch wider and wider.Around them, the other teachers clustered in small groups, their voices low but filled with open admiration. “Impressive control of mana output,” one instructor whispered. “His technique is flawless for his age,” another replied, nodding slowly. But then, without warning, the steady rhythm of the rankings was broken. A new name, previously buried deep in the middle of the list, began to climb at an unnatural speed—Lior Raz.At first, it was barely noticeable. Lior’s name flickered past tenth place, then surged past seventh, then fifth, as if defyin

The banquet hall glowed with candlelight, but the atmosphere was heavy. King Aldric sat stiffly at the head of the table, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowed. Across from him lounged King Varon Deymar, ruler of the neighboring kingdom. Varon was everything Aldric despised: loud, careless, indulgent. He laughed too easily, drank too much, and let his eyes linger far too long on the palace maids who moved nervously around the table. “Ah, such fine wine, Aldric!” Varon exclaimed, raising his goblet high. “And such fine company. Your maids are prettier than the stars. Come, girl, pour me another.” He winked at a trembling servant, who flushed and hurried to refill his cup. Aldric clenched his teeth. “He treats my hall like a tavern,” he thought bitterly. Yet he said nothing, for though he hated Varon, he feared him. Varon’s armies were vast, his influence wide. Delilah, seated gracefully beside Aldric, smiled faintly at Varon’s antics. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched

The corridor outside the dungeon was dim, lit only by torches that flickered against the stone walls. Anika’s footsteps echoed as she marched toward the throne room, her heart pounding with anger and fear. She had never confronted the king before—not like this—but the image of Lior chained, bleeding, and silent burned behind her eyes.King Aldric was seated alone in the throne room, reviewing scrolls with a deep frown. The sunlight from the tall windows cast long shadows across the marble floor. He looked older than usual—tired, worn, and burdened.The guards at the door stiffened when Anika approached.“State your purpose,” one demanded.“I must speak to His Majesty,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.The guard hesitated, then stepped aside. “Enter.”Anika walked forward, bowing deeply. “Your Majesty.”Aldric looked up, surprised. “Lady Anika? This is not the hour for visits. What brings you here?”She lifted her head, her eyes blazing. “Your Majesty… I com