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The Price Of Silent Pride
The late afternoon sun in Valdoria still shone brightly over the back courtyard of Port Valen Academy. The manicured green lawn gleamed golden in the twilight glow, while the towering trees surrounding it cast long, gentle shadows that swayed softly in the ocean breeze. The atmosphere appeared serene—far too serene for a confrontation that had been orchestrated with deliberate intent.Arven stepped out from the school building, following a message delivered by a lowerclassman. A student had informed him that someone wished to meet him behind the gymnasium. No name had been mentioned. No reason given. Yet Arven, having no cause to harbor suspicion toward anyone, decided to attend.The moment he entered the deserted rear yard, his steps faltered. Standing before him were ten male students—each possessing a sturdy build, clad in fine attire, and bearing unprovoked hostility upon their faces. They belonged to a brotherhood known as the "Elite Circle," a faction of noble and affluent youth
Shadows Of A Broken Brotherhod
King Kaelen sat alone in his private chamber, far from the hustle and bustle of the palace, far from the watchful eyes of the guards and servants. In that room, there was only himself and the enveloping darkness. The crystals embedded in the ceiling emitted a faint glow, just enough to illuminate his face as he pondered deeply.He had felt it.A subtle vibration, almost imperceptible, creeping through the corners of the palace. A familiar dark magic—far too familiar. Kaelen recognized it even though decades had passed. It was the mark of Drakon.Kaelen clenched his fists upon his lap. “Drakon,” he muttered, his voice quiet yet heavy with burden. “You still harbor your grudge. Even after all this time.”He knew Drakon was targeting Aldric. He did not know the exact plan, but he knew his old friend would not stop at a single move. Drakon was relentless—once, when they were still friends, that persistence was something Kaelen admired. Now, that persistence had twisted into a burning obse
The Poison and the Purge
In the heart of the Forbidden Forest, where toxic soil and lethal air fused into an impenetrable void, Drakon sat upon his throne carved from the bones of ancient beasts. Pitch-black mist coiled around his form, pulsing gently like the breath of a living creature. His eyes, darkened by decades of malice, flew wide open, gazing toward the distant palace across space and time, piercing walls invisible to mortal sight.A faint, cruel smile carved itself onto his lips.“Your child has grown, Seraphina,” Drakon muttered, his voice echoing among the dead trees that encircled him. “He possesses true power. What a pity his opponent is merely a foolish creature feeding on my leftover crumbs on Earth.”The foolish creature Drakon spoke of was, naturally, none other than Gideon.Raising his right hand, a shadow of deep night stretched from Drakon's fingertips, slithering across the earth, creeping through the mist, and crossing the abyssal chasms separating the forbidden woods from the royal pal
Echoes Of an Old HGrudge
Arven walked down the dusty village road toward the market with swift, deliberate steps. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, his chest tight with a mixture of frustration—from failing to find Aldric—and sharp vigilance, knowing something sinister was afoot at his father's shop.The late afternoon market was drawing to a close. A few merchants were already closing up their stalls, while others packed away their remaining wares. At the far end of the row stood Ajiman’s stall—an weathered wooden board with the hand-painted sign "Ajiman’s Smoked & Dried Fish" still hanging above the entrance. But today, the shop was shuttered, a heavy blue tarp completely covering its storefront.Arven halted at a distance. He narrowed his eyes, focusing his inner vision toward his father's stall.And there he saw it.A sinister aura shrouded the entire shop. From afar, Arven could perceive a pulsing, reddish heat hovering over the roof—like a invisible, smoldering flame. Beneath it, thick, pitch-black sl
The Boundless Barrier
Arven returned to the shore with swift steps. The late afternoon air was still warm, and the waves rolled lazily against the sand. But as his eyes swept across the coastline, there was no one in sight.“Aldric!” Arven shouted. “Aldric!”His voice echoed, swallowed by the crashing surf. There was no reply.Arven paced along the beach, his eyes searching frantically for the figure in the black robe. He reached the thicket where Aldric had first emerged. The green leaves swayed gently in the sea breeze. Arven extended his hand, touching one of the branches.A powerful vibration jolted through him.Arven recoiled. It felt as though his hand had touched a living thing—pulsing and vibrating like a giant heart buried beneath the earth. He focused his sight on the thicket, cautiously probing the surrounding space. At certain spots, he felt a subtle pull, as if his fingertips were being drawn into an invisible rift. At other points, he felt a forceful repulsion, as though an unseen wall was pu
Dark Sludge and Sacred Water
Arven entered the house with hurried steps. In the living room, Ajiman lay on an old wooden daybed, his body shivering, his lips still smeared with fresh blood. Sarmila sat beside him, weeping as she wiped the sweat from her husband's forehead."Father!" Arven rushed over. He knelt by Ajiman’s side, examining his father’s pale face.Ajiman opened his eyes briefly. "Arven, my son." His voice was hoarse, barely audible, as his hand clutched his chest."Don't speak just yet, Father." Arven stared at the blood at the corner of Ajiman's lips. It was a deep, dark red, seemingly ordinary to normal eyes. But Arven did not possess normal eyes.He narrowed his gaze, focusing his perception. There, beneath the red hue of the blood, Arven saw something else. It was not pure blood. Clotted within it were pitch-black grains like toxic sludge, moving slowly through Ajiman's bloodstream. Arven had seen something similar in books on the dark arts that he had secretly read in the village library. This
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