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Chapter 7

The restricted training yard at the edge of the Academy grounds was a place where students went to break things, but it was rarely a place where things were actually broken. As Adrian pushed through the heavy iron gate, his senses flared. 

The air smelled of ozone and scorched earth. 

"Run! It’s losing it again!" 

A group of younger students sprinted past him, their faces twisted in genuine, unadulterated fear. One of them, a boy with a bloody scrape across his cheek, barely glanced at Adrian as he scrambled toward the safety of the main courtyard.

Adrian didn't retreat. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the yard. 

In the center of the training circle, a vortex of raw, silver-hued mana was spinning wildly. It wasn't a spell; it was a physical manifestation of agony. Standing in the middle of it was a figure that defied human geometry. 

Mira Ashbourne was mid-transformation. 

Her limbs had elongated, tipped with claws that tore deep gouges into the stone floor with every panicked step. Silver scales, sharp as razor blades, were erupting along her arms and neck, glistening with a cold, metallic light. Her eyes, usually a soft, dull brown, were now molten amber, burning with a frantic, animalistic intensity.

"Get back!" one of the instructors roared, his staff crackling with containment magic. "She’s a Level 4 threat! Initiate the binding protocol!"

Two other instructors flanked him, chanting in unison. A golden cage of light began to materialize around Mira, closing in like a tightening fist.

Adrian ignored them. He felt the pull of the Eternal Covenant, a silent, insistent heartbeat beneath his own skin. He didn't see a monster. He didn't see a threat. 

He saw a girl drowning in her own bloodline. 

"Don't!" Adrian shouted, lunging past the instructor’s outstretched staff.

"You idiot, get back!" the instructor lunged to grab him, but Adrian ducked, his movements fueled by the desperate clarity of the Covenant.

He sprinted toward the center of the storm. The wind pressure from Mira’s uncontrolled transformation was like a physical wall, whipping his hair back and stinging his skin. He saw her chest heaving, her hands clawing at her own shoulders as if she were trying to tear the beast out of her flesh. 

She wasn't attacking the students. She was turning away from them, her tail thrashing to keep them at a distance. She was terrified. 

"Get away from me!" Mira roared, her voice a jarring harmony of a human scream and a predatory growl. She swiped at the air, the wind from her claw narrowly missing Adrian’s throat. "I can't, I can't stop it! Run!"

Adrian didn't run. He closed the gap, ignoring the sharp bite of the wind. 

"I'm not running," he yelled over the howling mana. 

He reached out, his hand glowing with the pale, warm light of the Covenant. He didn't try to shield her. He didn't try to bind her. He touched the chaos. 

His palm pressed firmly against the silver scales on her chest. 

The sensation was like plunging his hand into a furnace. The sheer volume of discordant energy slammed into his brain, a thousand voices of predatory instinct screaming in a language he didn't understand. His body reeled, his muscles locking up, but he forced himself to hold on. 

“Find the core,” he whispered to himself, his vision clouding. 

He looked past the surface. He saw the network of her soul, two streams of power colliding. Her human core was small, fragile, and terrified, while the Moonfang bloodline was a massive, ancient ocean of instinct, unanchored and drowning her from the inside out. 

The Academy had tried to suppress the beast. That was the mistake. You couldn't stop an ocean; you could only build a dam, or channel it. 

Adrian adjusted his flow. He didn't fight the beast blood. He used the Covenant to weave a bridge between her struggling human core and the silver power of the Moonfang. He gave the beast a leash, and he gave the girl a hand. 

Mira’s scream turned into a jagged gasp. Her claws stopped mid-air, inches from Adrian’s chest. 

The silver scales began to retract, sinking back into her pores with a sound like shifting metal. The golden light of the Covenant flickered between them, weaving a temporary, delicate harmony. Mira’s body buckled. The predatory glow in her eyes faded, leaving behind only the glassy, hollow look of utter exhaustion.

She slumped forward, and Adrian caught her, his own legs shaking under the sudden weight. 

Silence flooded the yard. The instructors stood stunned, their binding spell fizzling into nothingness. 

Mira’s head rested on Adrian’s shoulder. The silver markings on her skin retreated until only a faint, glowing trace remained on her collarbone. She was trembling, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. 

"Why..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. 

Adrian carefully lowered her to the ground, his own mana reserves flickering at the brink of depletion. "Because you weren't attacking them. You were protecting them."

Mira looked up at him, her eyes searching his. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the wind. Then, she pulled away, her movements sharp and guarded. 

"You don't know what I am," she said, her voice bitter. "The Academy calls me a defect. A monster. They’ve expelled me from three teams because I’m a ticking time bomb. You shouldn't have touched me."

"I know exactly what you are," Adrian said, his voice calm, steadying the rhythm of his own thudding heart. "You aren't a defect, Mira. Your bloodline is an ancient guardian species, the Moonfang. Your power isn't broken; it’s just too large for the containment methods this school is using. They’ve been treating a fire by trying to drown it, which only makes the steam explode."

Mira stared at him, her lips parting in shock. "How could you possibly know that?"

"It doesn't matter how I know. It matters that I know how to fix it." Adrian stood up and offered his hand. "I’m building a team. A team where people like us, the ones the Academy calls 'defects' or 'unverified', actually get to use their potential instead of being discarded by the people we carried."

Mira looked at his hand as if it were a live grenade. "You're Adrian Yael. You were Darius Blackthorn’s support. You got kicked out. Why would you want to build a team with me? I'm nothing but trouble."

"I know what it’s like to be treated as a disposable tool," Adrian said, his gaze fixed on her. "Darius didn't just kick me out; he tried to erase me. I’m not asking you to join a team for prestige. I’m asking you to join a team that won't leave you behind."

Mira didn't take his hand. She pushed herself up, her amber eyes turning cold and closed-off again. "Trusting people is what got me here, Adrian. I don't do teams. Go find someone else."

She turned and began to limp away, her silhouette small and defiant against the vast, empty training yard. 

Adrian felt a flicker of frustration, but he didn't follow. He pulled a small, plain card from his pocket, a basic contact link, and set it on a nearby crate. "The offer stands. You don't have to decide now. But don't wait until the next time you lose control."

He turned to walk toward the gate, but the air in the yard shifted. The temperature dropped. 

A group of five senior students stepped through the gate, their robes embroidered with the silver crest of the Hale Guild. Leading them was Victor Hale, a man whose face was set in a permanent sneer of superiority. 

Mira froze, her back going rigid. 

"There you are, little beast," Victor said, his voice smooth and oily. He didn't look at Adrian. His eyes were locked on Mira. "You’ve been avoiding me. And you still have my family’s property."

Mira spun around, her voice trembling. "I told you, Victor! I never stole your artifact! Your team broke it during the last mission because you tried to force me into a transformation I couldn't control. It’s not my debt to pay!"

Victor chuckled, gesturing to his subordinates. "I don't care about the facts. I care about the principle. My guild lost an A-Rank catalyst. You’re a liability, and you’re going to work off that debt in the pits, or you’re going to give me that bloodline of yours."

He stepped toward her, his hand glowing with a deep, suffocating blue mana. "Seize her."

The subordinates moved in, their expressions bored and practiced. 

Adrian stepped between them. 

The group halted. Victor squinted, his eyes widening as he recognized the face. 

"Well, well," Victor sneered, his lip curling. "If it isn't Darius’s discarded little battery. The trash has come to collect the trash."

He looked at Adrian with pure, unadulterated disdain. "You're really going to stick your neck out for a monster? You’re not even on a registered team. You’re nothing."

"Move away, Victor," Adrian said, his voice flat. 

Victor laughed, a harsh, grating sound. He raised his hand, and the mana around him surged, hardening into a shimmering, geometric pattern. 

"I remember the rumors," Victor said, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "They say you used some illegal trick to stay in the games. Let’s see how long the two rejects can survive without a team."

He slammed his hand onto the ground. 

A massive, glowing binding circle erupted beneath Adrian and Mira, the stone glowing with a malevolent, crushing pressure. The air grew heavy, pinning their shoulders down as the mana began to siphon their energy away. 

Victor watched, his smile widening as he saw them struggle. 

"Let’s see if you can hold that 'authority' when you're being crushed into the dirt."