2026-08-15 22:41:25Nia’s next plan was simple.
If Elias could hide from a sacred guardian, a mana crystal, and every senior mage in Wintervale, then ordinary questions were useless.
Combat might work.
Not lethal combat. Nia was angry, suspicious, and still slightly humiliated, but she was his mentor. She did not want to hurt him.
She wanted to expose him.
So she dragged Elias to the trial grounds.
The trial grounds occupied an entire underground district of Wintervale. Reinforced stone. Spatial partitions. Summoning gates. Observation rooms protected by enough wards to contain a young dragon.
Elias looked at the entrance and sighed.
“Master, must we?”
“You passed Tier Two,” Nia said. “Tier Two apprentices receive weekly practical training.”
“Could I receive theoretical appreciation instead?”
“No.”
This is because of the assessment, he thought. She has become suspicious. Either that, or she has discovered a new passion for ruining naps.
Nia pretended not to hear him.
They entered the observation chamber. Through a large enchanted screen, the arena below appeared as a rocky field surrounded by glowing barriers.
“Your opponent will be appropriate for your displayed level,” Nia said.
Displayed level, Elias thought.
Dangerous phrasing.
Aloud, he said, “Of course, Master. I will do my best.”
He entered the arena.
Nia selected a Tier Two swampling from the summoning panel. Ugly, loud, and just dangerous enough to threaten an inexperienced apprentice without causing permanent damage.
The creature appeared with a wet shriek.
Elias immediately ran.
“Master!” he shouted, ducking behind a stone pillar. “I cannot defeat it! It is too strong!”
Nia stared.
The swampling tripped over its own foot.
Elias flung himself sideways with the dramatic timing of a stage actor.
“That was close!”
He is faking, Nia thought.
The screen magnified his face.
It was a masterpiece of terror.
A few months ago, she would have believed it.
She had believed it.
She had once given him three days of rest and hot soup after he claimed a training rabbit had traumatized him.
Nia gripped the communication crystal.
“Elias Vane,” she said sweetly, “if you fail to defeat one Tier Two swampling, you will copy The Complete Encyclopedia of Practical Magic five hundred times.”
Elias froze.
Cruel. Monstrous. I raised my respect for her too soon.
He lifted his staff.
A sphere of Radiant fire blossomed at the tip.
It was large enough to vaporize the arena.
Nia’s eyes widened.
Too big, Elias thought. Smaller. Smaller. She is watching.
The sunlike flame shrank into a pathetic little spark.
Nia’s mouth opened.
Elias hurled the spark with exaggerated effort.
It swerved at a perfect thirty-degree angle, struck the swampling in the eye, and knocked it unconscious.
“Master!” Elias called. “I was lucky!”
Nia leaned over the controls, trembling with rage.
Lucky.
The control panel sparked.
Nia looked down.
“No,” she whispered.
A warning sigil flashed red.
Summoning gate malfunction.
Unauthorized creature release.
Before Nia could stop it, every gate in the arena opened.
Tier Three beasts.
Tier Five horrors.
Tier Nine monsters.
Abyssal creatures.
A black-armored demon knight.
A fallen unicorn.
A winged demoness with horns and silver eyes.
The arena filled with things that could destroy cities.
Elias stood alone among them.
He turned slowly toward the observation screen.
“Master,” he said, still smiling, “are you certain a Tier Two mage can handle this?”
Nia’s blood drained from her face.
The control panel caught fire.
Smoke filled the observation chamber.
Nia slapped both hands against the panel. “Close the gates!”
The panel answered by producing a small, cheerful flame.
“Do not burn,” she ordered it.
The flame ignored her.
Outside the reinforced glass, Elias waited in the arena while an army of monsters circled him.
Nia grabbed the speaking crystal.
“Elias! There has been a minor malfunction. Stay calm. I will fix it!”
Minor, Elias thought. She summoned half the forbidden bestiary.
Aloud, he cupped his hands around his mouth.
“I believe in you, Master!”
For one brief, terrible second, Nia almost softened.
Then his thoughts continued.
She will probably use water on the panel. Then the entire system will die.
Nia froze.
No.
She looked at the burning control panel.
Surely she would not.
“Water Sphere!” she shouted.
A huge ball of water smashed into the panel.
The fire went out.
Every control sigil died.
Nia stared.
From the arena, Elias sighed.
And there it is.
Nia ran for the door, tripped over the hem of her robe, hit the floor face-first, scrambled back up, and shouted for the artificers.
Inside the arena, the monsters advanced.
The black knight raised a blade of abyssal steel. The fallen unicorn lowered its horn. The demoness spread her wings. Dozens of claws, fangs, and spells gathered around the harmless Tier Two apprentice.
Elias glanced once toward the observation room.
Nia was gone.
His smile changed.
Not much.
Enough.
Pressure rolled out from him.
The monsters stopped.
Every beast in the arena collapsed to the ground as if the air had become a mountain.
A Tier Nine ironback basilisk whimpered.
The demon knight dropped its sword.
The winged demoness trembled so badly her horns clicked against the stone.
Elias walked through them with his hands behind his back.
“Wintervale has collected impressive specimens,” he said. “Abyssal black knight. Fallen moon unicorn. Ironback basilisk one step from king rank. Not bad.”
None of them answered.
They were all trying to breathe.
Elias stopped before the demoness and glanced at the mark on her broken shoulder guard.
“Fifth Abyssal Queen’s faction?”
Her eyes widened.
“You know my queen?”
“Lilith always did recruit pretty troublemakers. How is she? Still dramatic?”
The demoness went white.
Recognition moved across her face.
Then horror.
For an instant, something seemed to stand behind Elias.
Silver-gray armor.
Bone wings.
Horns like a fallen moon.
A name the abyss had tried very hard to bury.
The demoness tried to speak that name.
No sound came out.
Elias placed a finger to his lips.
“Good. You remember manners.”
He looked around at the monsters.
“Would you all like to live?”
Every creature nodded.
“Excellent. Then we are going to stage a scene. You will fight each other. Loudly. Dramatically. Nobody will mention me. If anyone says something inconvenient, I will be disappointed.”
The monsters shuddered.
Elias smiled gently.
“And I am very unpleasant when disappointed.”
A few minutes later, the arena became chaos.
Monsters battled monsters. Stone shattered. Dust rose. Claws struck armor. Spells burst harmlessly against wards Elias quietly strengthened with a flick of his finger.
Then he smeared beast blood on his robe, paled his complexion with a tiny illusion, lay down in a corner, and arranged himself like a man on the edge of death.
He checked the angle once.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
The gates burst open.
Nia stormed in with a squad of mages.
“Elias!”
She saw him on the ground and went pale.
Elias opened one eye just enough to check her expression.
Showtime.
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