High inside the misty mountain sanctuary of Thailand, rain poured over the ancient stone roofs of the Dark faction’s stronghold. Deep within the central grand hall, tension hung thick enough to suffocate a man.Urgent encrypted reports had just arrived from across the sea, detailing every single disaster in Tuntadel—the failed ambush against Lord Smith on Rockwood Road, the Vance family's rising chaos, and the unexpected strength of the Tradition Faction.Ferdinand Windgate stood near the center of the hall, his dark robe fluttering as he paced back and forth, slamming his fists together in pure rage. Beside him, his son, Matt Windgate, gripped the hilt of his curved blade so tightly his knuckles turned stark white. Surrounding them were dozens of elite disciples and senior warriors, their faces dark with fury."This is unacceptable!" Ferdinand roared, his voice echoing off the high stone pillars. "The Vance family is our key ally! How could they let Lord Smith survive on Rockwood Roa

Cold night air brushed against Knox's face as he leaned over the iron balcony railing, holding the vibrating phone tightly against his ear. Inside the dorm room behind him, Caleb was still sitting on his bed, completely unaware."Knox! Are you listening to me?!" Uncle Richard’s voice wailed through the receiver, heavy with panic and exhaustion. "Caleb has been missing for four straight days! He left the packlands without telling anyone, and every single time I call his phone, it goes straight to voicemail! I thought he was dead!"Knox kept his face calm, a slow, dangerous smile creeping onto his lips as he stared into the dark courtyard below."Calm down, Uncle Richard," Knox said smoothly, keeping his voice light and even. "You don't have to worry anymore. Caleb is right here with me at Tuntadel University."A heavy sigh of relief echoed over the line. "Oh... thank God! Thank God he’s with you! What happened to him, Knox?! Why didn't he answer his phone?!""Because he's been busy pla

(We are so sorry for the inconvenience, the previous chapter will be edited tomorrow)The flickering torches cast long, eerie shadows across the cold stone arches of the Healers' Dungeon. Deep within the lower chambers, Tucker lay resting on a heavy medical cot, his breath steady and even.Dr. Isabella sat on a wooden stool beside the bed, holding a glowing spirit crystal over Tucker’s forehead, while Samuel stood near the doorway, keeping a watchful eye on his monitor scrolls."Tucker," Dr. Isabella spoke softly, her eyes searching his face. "Do you feel any pressure inside your chest? Any burning sensation along your spirit channels?"Tucker opened his eyes, stretching his neck casually. "Doctor, I’ve answered twenty questions already. My head doesn't hurt, my core feels totally clear, and I remember everything—from what I ate for breakfast yesterday to the exact moment that cauldron erupted."Dr. Isabella hummed quietly, lowering the crystal. "And your physical senses? Any blurred

The final hours of Tucker’s mandatory medical surveillance dragged on inside the quiet Healers' laboratory.Juliana was standing near the high glass counter, carefully organizing heavy glass beakers filled with potent spirit solutions. Beside her, Samuel was updating the medical charts while Dr. Isabella checked Tucker's pulse one last time."Your vitals are completely stable, Tucker," Dr. Isabella murmured, setting her scroll down. "You should be cleared to leave by evening.""Thank goodness," Tucker sighed, sitting up on the edge of the cot and stretching his arms. "I thought I was going to rot in this dungeon forever."Juliana turned around, holding a large, thick glass beaker filled with glowing blue liquid. She stepped toward the table, but her boot caught on a loose floorboard."Whoa—!" Juliana shrieked, her hands slipping off the wet glass.The heavy beaker slipped into mid-air, plummeting straight toward the hard stone floor."Watch out!" Samuel yelled, throwing his arms up.W

Meanwhile, across the main courtyard, Fred was testing his limits."Catch me if you can, rookie!" Fred chuckled, his body turning completely translucent before vanishing entirely into thin air. His physical presence and spirit signature melted straight into the dark shadows of the trees.Tucker smiled, his slit-pupil beast eyes flashing bright green. "You move too slow, Fred!"FLASH!Tucker transformed into a blinding streak of emerald spirit lightning! He didn't just search with his eyes—his hyper-tuned beast senses felt the subtle displacement of wind caused by Fred's movement. In less than a microsecond, Tucker zipped past three tree trunks, reached out into empty air, and grabbed Fred by the collar before he could even step back!"What the—?!" Fred gasped as his invisible body was yanked back into reality. "How did you spot me?!""Your feet push the air when you step," Tucker grinned, resting his hands on his hips while panting slightly. "To a Beast Speedster, you're moving in ult