The town of Draven's Hollow was built on the bones of something old.No one said this openly. The elders preferred to speak of the town's founding as a practical matter, settlers clearing land, raising walls, planting crops. But the stones beneath the oldest buildings were too perfectly flat, too evenly spaced, laid by hands that had not been mortal hands. The well at the center of town drew water from a depth that no one had ever successfully measured. And on certain nights, when the wind came down from the Ashen Peaks without warning, the ground hummed.The people of Draven's Hollow had learned not to ask questions about these things. Questions led nowhere comfortable.Kael Dravon had been asking questions since he was old enough to form them.He was eighteen years old, and he had lived in Draven's Hollow his entire life without belonging to it. No family name carried weight behind Dravon. No elder claimed him as apprentice or ward. He had been left at the edge of town as an infant,

The main Ashveil Order complex was built on a mountain.Not a small hill like the outpost near Draven's Hollow. A real mountain, with steep grey cliffs on three sides and a single wide road cutting up through the rock face on the fourth. The road was lined with stone pillars, each one carved with the Order's symbol, a shield with a crescent blade across its face. At the top, behind a pair of iron gates tall enough to swallow a house, the complex spread out across the mountain's flat crown like a small city.Kael counted the buildings as they walked through the gates. Dozens of them, ranging from simple stone training halls to tall towers with glowing windows that pulsed faintly with spiritual energy. Disciples moved between them in clusters, grey robes for outer disciples, white robes for inner disciples, black robes for elders. The hierarchy was written into the clothing so clearly that no one had to announce their rank.The new recruits were taken to the outer disciple registration

The second mission he picked was worth twenty points.It was listed as a resource collection task. The Order maintained a series of spiritual herb gardens on the mountain's western slope, areas where the concentration of natural spiritual energy in the soil was high enough to grow plants that could not survive in ordinary ground. Every month outer disciples were sent to harvest whatever had matured and bring it back to the Order's apothecary division.Simple work. Safe work. The kind of mission experienced disciples considered beneath them, which was exactly why it was still available and why Kael took it.He completed it in a single afternoon. The herbs were clearly labeled on the collection sheet he was given, and he had spent enough time with his basic medicinal guide over the years to recognize most of them on sight. He moved through the garden systematically, harvested what was ready, left what was not, and returned to the apothecary with everything packed correctly.The apotheca

The results of the first assessment were posted the following morning.Kael read them from the back of the crowd that gathered around the ranking board. His name sat at fourth place overall among the outer disciples, which was high enough to be noticed and low enough to be explained away. The written examination score had been perfect. The cultivation level result was still listed as unclassified. The combat section had given him two clean wins and one draw, which the judges had ruled in his favor on points after review.Daven Sorrel was listed first, as expected. The gap between first and fourth was large by any standard measurement. What could not be measured on the board was what everyone who had been on the platform or in the viewing area already knew. The gap had not felt large when Kael was holding Daven's arm in place.The crowd around the board was noisier than usual. He caught fragments of conversation as he turned away."Did you see the grip hold?""Daven hit him twice and h