Master Magnus and the man in blue and white robe stepped out of the temple and into the quiet bunker house. The streets were empty and now quiet. Not even a single person was spotted walking. It felt like the whole place had gone quiet on purpose, like everyone was told to hide for their own safety. Magnus and the man in blue and white robe only took a few steps when the air around them changed.Instantly, Five figures in red robes appeared from nowhere. Their eyes were fixed straight on Magnus like he was the only thing they came for.One of them stepped closer, voice low but loud enough for Magnus to hear. “You can not stop what is coming, old man. Hand the girl over now." The man paused and then added "We walk away with her today, or your body is what will hit the ground right here.”Magnus let out a short, dry chuckle. He turned his head just a little toward the man in blue and white robe beside him. “What do you say, brothers? Ready to play the Game of Iron and Bone?”The man

King Sigismund’s expression was dark as he muttered those words. He shifted in his chair resting his hand under his chin. He gritted his teeth and kept his calm, but the lines around his eyes tightened.“It would be best to approach this matter wisely,” he said quietly, more to himself than to the others. “We cannot afford to have Elyria’s people fighting among themselves. If that happens, the peace I have tried to keep all these years will be wasted. And perhaps Elyria may never recover from it.”He breathed in slowly, then added, “The Blood Duke of Mountainfell and Shardfell needs to be changed, but it has to be done carefully. We do not need internal war."Sigismund leaned back a little. “There are still many months left before the first-year examinations.” His said, as his fingers tapped twice on the arm of the chair. “Tell me, Garrick, who is the best first-year performing student right now?”Principal Garrick was calm for a moment, as he pick his words. “There are many talents

Yesterday had ended in pure frustration for Rhaegar. Rhaegar had spent the remaining hours of yesterday in the temple, tyring to catch that tiny single Vitality thread but he failed over and over again. After the five attempt, the headache became too much for him that he had to dropped to his knees. Worst part, Jade did not helped. She just shook her head and then folded her arms and said "Told you."Rhaegar had to dragged himself back to his room. ...At Groveward Academy, Rhaegar kept his head down as he walked past the crowd of students walking out after the second class. He had been looking everywhere for Serra in the courtyard but she was not there. He had been transferred to Class 1B this morning so he did not see her during class.Letting out a sigh, Rhaegar made his way to class 1C but she was not there too..He sighed again as he rubbed the back of his neck. She had to be somewhere.. Perhaps varak....?No no! Rhaegar shook his head not wanting to think about that.."Hav

Rhaegar was still dumbfounded as he kept staring at that first rune on the tiny wooden sword. His mouth was hung open like he did not know how to them back. At this moment, he finally knew Magnus was not lying when he told him the wooden sword would answer to him.Before this, he had doubted Magnus words and he took everything less serious. Why? He knew he did not have the blood of the silent guard running in his veins, and neither did the court of the Silent Guards ever chosen him to carry the sword.Although there was no many history book about the silent guards tribe but the little one written about them mentioned that the wielder of the Voidwhisper swords was always chosen by the court, and not some Stilled Prince who could barely catch a single thread.Rhaegar licked his lips. “Alright,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s try this again.”He closed his eyes and shut his palms tight, then opened them slowly again. The colorful threads of the Source

Hearing his father’s words, Rhaegar was really shocked. His channeling level was better than even a level 2 channeler? Dammit, Master Magnus was right when he said the power is good and also bad.The good side was making Rhaegar happiness spread through his chest right now. He had done something no fresh Level One healer in Elyria’s history had ever managed—joining shattered clay pieces and bringing a dead leaf back to full green life. The shock on his father’s face told Rhaegar his strength already measured up to a Level Two Elyria healer at least. That thought made Rhaegar’s heart to beat faster with quiet pride. If he perfect the sword techniques, master fighting with the sword, and learned to blend everything during a real fight, even a Level Three healer in Elyria might find it difficult to defeat him. He could already picture himself standing tall on the battlefield, and protecting his people the way his parents had always dreamed.At the same time, he was still cautious abo