Ragnar turned towards the familiar voice, his heart skipping a beat. How could it be her? Nika Ainsel stepped forward, dressed in a white cloudstar silk. With each step she took, it seemed as if heavenly bodies were shimmering on her, paying their homage. Her molten gold eyes shone like the sun, her face flawless, features perfectly sculpted, her dark blonde hair was wavy, and perfectly styled, weaves holding them in places while a sizeable bulk of them flowed down her shoulders. Her skin was fairer than milk, rosy, without a single blemish in sight. Her beauty was ethereal, with an icy coldness that gave her a celestial untouchable air. She was wearing low heeled boots, which only increased her perfect figure and tempting physique. On her wrist, a white piece of silk was curled, looking harmless, but anyone who was familiar with her knew it was a lethal killer. Soft but deadly, like she was. She was the goddess in the hearts of all. Professor Lan's eyes lit up on seeing her, makin

The battle has been going on for five hours now. Ragnar watched carefully, memorizing techniques and fighting styles. Ever since he began to cultivate soul power, his memory became photographic. He could remember something just by seeing it once. Now that he was actually paying attention, it was even more so. The elimination round started from group C, as if saving the best for last. Ragnar’s eyes drifted to the scoreboard. Of the one hundred and eight groups, only seventy two remained. Thirty six had already been eliminated and sent to the other side to watch the match alongside spectators. Currently, division B were the ones being called out. Division C elimination round was over, leaving only one group. “Hmm.” Darlene sighed. “The candidates this year are very powerful. Even those categorised as division C are well prepared with smooth techniques and fierce attack efficiency.”Her eyes went to the only division C group still standing on reserve, waiting for the final showdown.

The moderators and referee remained patient, watching them exchange moves. Zeke was probably the only one still calm at that point. The rest were getting agitated and it showed in the way they used their skills. Ragnar continued watching them. Suddenly, Kelvin disappeared from his spot, and Zeke flew up into the air and hit the barricade. He was the center point of his group's formation. The moment he was sent flying, everyone else lost their balance, and the poison fog cleared. Ragnar’s eyes narrowed. Air canon; a bloodline related skill he'd spent months trying to master some time last year, but never fully executed. It seemed that while he trained and purified the bloodline powers, someone was at his home reaping the benefits. The timer began to beep, tension increasing all around. Ten seconds and it would be victory if they stayed down. Zeke stirred. Kelvin's eyes widened, a hint of confusion visible on his face. The technique he just used normally bypassed the exterior form

Central dining hallThe central dining hall was divided into three sections. A hierarchy carved in marble and glass.The ground floor was the common room. Loud and crowded. Orders from outside the school and the restaurants operating within the cafeteria were delivered here in steaming carts and sealed boxes. It was more lively. Laughter bounced off the walls. Trays clattered. The smell of savory dishes and hurry hung in the air. This was where the most people ate.Above was the VIP halls, sealed behind reinforced doors. Students with VIP cards could host their guests there, or eat…if they chose not to do it in their respective lodges. People rarely used the central dining halls, except when meeting up with friends. After all, eating in your lodge was convenient. Private chefs, fewer prying eyes trained on you. The time spent trekking to the central dining hall could be used for something productive, or even to rest. Time was currency here.Besides, the central dining hall didn’t prov

Ragnar stared steadily at her, unblinking. The dining hall noise faded away till it was just her within his vision.“What? You don’t believe me?” Nika asked. Her chin lifted, but her eyes didn’t.He flicked her nose. Light and familiar. “Of course, I believe you. As long as you’re the one who said it, I will always believe.”Nika touched her nose and glared at him, rubbing the spot. “I’m no longer your little friend in pigtails. Don’t flick my nose again. You’re ruining my steeze.”Ragnar scoffed and rolled his eyes. Memories of her saying “ouch, stop,” back in elementary school were still very much clear in his memory. Her angry face had been so adorable. Cheeks red, fists small.She’d indeed grown up. Taller, sharper, with figures all in the right places. But as for him stopping his little mischief? That probably wasn’t possible. It was a reflex.“Do you still want to maintain your image before me?” Ragnar whispered to her, leaning in just enough. “Isn’t that too greedy? I’ve even s