Far away from the chaos of the Healers' Bay, at the isolated North End Hostel of Tuntadel University, the hallways were completely abandoned.Inside a small, dark room, Bolton the Stone Walker sat on the edge of a reinforced steel bed. His cracked, heavy stone body creaked loudly with every minor movement he made. Dust continuously flaked off his shoulders, settling onto the floorboards.For a hundred long years, his existence had been a living curse and an unbearable burden. To remain a towering monster of solid stone for his entire life meant he was completely cut off from humanity. He couldn't feel the warm breeze against soft skin. He couldn't sit comfortably in a normal chair. He couldn't even walk outside during the daytime without terrifying every student who passed by, forcing him to hide away in the dark unless night had fallen.Bolton sat there in the shadows, his glowing yellow stone eyes staring down at his massive, rocky hands. He was terrified, exhausted, and deeply sad.

The rain fell in dark, heavy sheets over the Blue Bird tactical base, washing over the black steel fences and concrete watchtowers. Deep within the lower holding facility, fluorescent lights hummed quietly above a row of high-security cells. Inside the end cell, Donald sat on a narrow metal bench. His hands were bound in heavy, spirit-dampening cuffs. His clothes were torn, his dark hair hanging messily over his eyes. For days, he had been trapped in this silent cage, waiting for a rescue that felt further away with every passing hour. Suddenly, the heavy reinforced steel door at the end of the hallway clicked. Heavy, confident footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. Donald lifted his head sharply. It wasn't the slow, rhythmic march of the Blue Bird guards. It was two men in expensive, dark tailored suits, walking alongside a tall, stern military official bearing four silver stars on his collar—General Sterling from the Federal Security Headquarters. Commander Dustin stepped o

(We are Duly sorry for the duplicate in the last two chapters, it’s due to a glitch in uploading, it has been corrected and revised, it will be corrected tomorrow, wait for the previous two chapters before you read this, so sorry for the inconvenience) While the Tradition Faction celebrated Ayomide’s return, a heavy, dark cloud was settling over Dean Lashley’s private office. The heavy double doors slammed open, and Commander Dustin marched in, his military cloak dripping wet from the morning rain. His face was thunderous, his eyes burning with suppressed fury. Dean Lashley was standing behind his desk, discussing a map of the campus borders with Rose Smith and Lord Smith. They all stopped and turned as Dustin stormed up to the desk. "Dustin?" Lord Smith asked, raising an eyebrow. "What has happened? You look like you're ready to tear down the building." Dustin slammed a black leather binder onto the desk. "They took him." Dean Lashley's eyes widened. "Who? What are you talking a

Thousands of miles across the ocean, deep within the hidden volcanic ranges of Thailand, the dark red sky of the Dark Scorpion Realm hung like a blanket of blood.The heat was agonizing. Smoke rose from deep fissures in the black earth, and the smell of sulfur burned the back of the throat.In the center of a massive stone arena surrounded by jagged obsidian spikes, Matt Windgate was down on his hands and knees. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt shredded to ribbons, his body covered in deep, bleeding purple scratches.Standing ten feet away was his father, Ferdinand Windgate. Ferdinand’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands wrapped in glowing dark purple aura as he panted heavily, barely able to stay upright.Standing high above them on a stone balcony, sitting on his demon-carved wooden throne, was Grand Master Yang Shin—The Yang Devil."WEAK!" Yang Shin’s thunderous voice echoed down into the arena like a whip! "ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC!"Yang Shin raised a single finger. A wave of invisible

Back at Tuntadel University, deep within the dense woods behind the sports complex, the afternoon sun flickered through the heavy green canopy.Knox stood alone in a small clearing, surrounded by towering ancient oak trees. He was wearing light linen training trousers, barefoot, his eyes tightly closed as he breathed in a deep, steady rhythm.Inhale... Exhale…For days, Knox had been reflecting on his conversation with Dean Lashley. His grandfather had been a master shapeshifter, capable of altering his size and form at will by mastering internal energy density. Knox had always focused on giant, aggressive shifts—turning into massive wolf-beasts that could smash through stone walls. But in the coming war, brute force wouldn't be enough. He needed intelligence, stealth, and speed."Density..." Knox whispered to himself, feeling his internal spirit core glowing like a warm marble in his chest. "Compression. Don't expand... condense."Knox focused his mind entirely on the image of a tiny