Chapter 12
Author: GRACE
last update2026-04-03 23:14:06

The Academy of Solara was the most powerful school of magic in the Empire. They were the ones who took children with the spark.

They were supposed to be the teachers of the next generation of nobles, but in the slums, they were known as the "Soul-Snatchers." If they found a child with potential, that child was taken. They were never seen again. They became soldiers, or servants, or worse.

Vargus had said his men saw a spark in Tiana. He had threatened to take her tomorrow. But it seemed the ne
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    The mages tried to cast their spells. But they were too close. Drogo moved like a shadow. He grabbed a mage by the head and crushed the skull. He swung his massive wing, and the sharp obsidian edge cut through five men and their armor as if they were made of paper.Crunch. Splash. Rip.Drogo was a whirlwind of black stone and red blood. In ten seconds, thirty mages were dead. But there were four hundred and seventy left.They began to surround him. They formed a circle. They held their staves together, creating a cage of lightning around Drogo."Trap him!" Kross ordered. "Drain his life!"The lightning hit Drogo from all sides. It was painful. It was slow. Drogo realized that fighting them one by one would take hours. He could feel the Radiant One getting closer. He could feel Tiana’s spark getting weaker in the North. He didn't have hours. He had minutes.[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: COMBAT EFFICIENCY LOW.][SUGGESTION: USE AREA-OF-EFFECT (AOE) ATTACK.][NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: ABYSSAL MIAS

  • Chapter 61

    The wind at the edge of the Empire was not like the wind in the slums. In the slums, the wind was weak. It carried the smell of smoke and old trash. But here, at the border of the high lands, the wind was a giant. It roared through the canyons. It carried the scent of cold metal and ancient magic.Drogo Payne flew through this wind. His massive wings, made of obsidian stone and purple-white fire, beat slowly against the air. He was a dark shape against the gray clouds. Below him, the mountains were sharp like the teeth of a dead beast.In his mind, the mini-map glowed. The red icon of the Radiant One was still far away. But there was something else in his path. Something huge.[OBJECTIVE REACHED: THE IRON WALL.][DESCRIPTION: THE FIRST SEAL OF THE CAPITAL. A FORTRESS BUILT TO STOP GODS.]Drogo slowed down. He hovered in the air, his violet eyes narrowing.In front of him, the mountain range simply stopped. It was replaced by a wall. It was not a wall made of stone. It was a wall of

  • Chapter 60

    The Manor of the Winter Rose was dying. It was a slow, loud death. The beautiful white stone walls were cracking. The sapphire floors were splitting open. The crystal dome that had shown the stars was now just a rain of sharp, transparent glass falling into the ash. Drogo Payne stood in the center of the ruin. He was a giant of black stone, his obsidian skin glowing with a faint, violet light.He had just turned Lady Sylas into soot. He had eaten her blizzard. He had devoured her magic. But he did not feel satisfied. The hunger in his chest was quiet for a moment, but the emptiness in his soul was getting larger.He looked at the pile of black ash that used to be a High Noble. The wind caught it, blowing it away."System," Drogo said. His voice was a deep, heavy sound that made the air vibrate. "I need to know where they are. I need to know how they move."[ABYSSAL ARCHIVE: PROCESSING REQUEST.][NOTICE: LADY SYLAS WAS A MEMBER OF THE WAR COUNCIL. HER PRIVATE STUDY CONTAINS HIGH-LEV

  • Chapter 59

    The sky above the Manor of the Winter Rose was no longer black. It was a terrifying, glowing blue.Lady Sylas stood on the sapphire balcony, her face twisted with a mix of fear and hatred. Her private guards, the Glacial Sentinels, were already gone. They were nothing but piles of broken armor and gray dust in the courtyard below. Drogo Payne stood in the center of that mess.He was seven feet tall, his black skin shining like wet stone. The violet fire in his eyes was steady. He looked like a mountain that had decided to walk."You think you can just come here?" Sylas screamed. Her voice was thin and sharp. "You think because you ate some fire and broke some stone that you are a match for me? I am a High Noble! I am the Winter itself!"Drogo did not answer. He did not need to. Every step he took toward the manor made the ground shake. He was a hole in the world, and he was moving toward her.Sylas raised her new icicle staff. It was a massive piece of blue crystal, filled with the s

  • Chapter 58

    The Glacial Sentinels froze. They had seen many things, but they had never seen a man who walked through solid matter as if it were a curtain.Lady Sylas stood at the far end of the room. She was clutching her staff so hard her knuckles were white. The disgust on her face was being eaten by a growing, frantic terror."You..." Sylas stammered. Her voice was high and thin. "You are a Null! You were born in the dirt! You are supposed to be nothing!"Drogo stopped in the center of the room. Every step he had taken left a cracked, melted footprint on the sapphire floor. He looked at the beautiful ballroom—the silk tapestries, the crystal dome, the silver decorations.He thought of his mother, buried in the dark, cold earth.He thought of the people in the slums, turned to ice by this woman’s "beautiful" magic."You are right, Sylas," Drogo said. His voice was a deep, vibrating chime that made the crystal dome above them rattle.He took a step forward. The violet-and-white fire on his wings

  • Chapter 57

    The air was still. It was the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the world is holding its breath before a storm. In the wake of the great fire and the falling ships, the Slum District was a graveyard of gray ash. But on the very edge of the mud and the smoke, where the "trash" ended and the "nobles" began, stood a building of impossible beauty.It was called the Manor of the Winter Rose.This was not a home for the poor. It was a palace of white stone and blue glass. The walls were decorated with silver vines that glowed with a soft, frozen light. The gardens were not full of dirt; they were filled with flowers made of permanent ice that never melted, even in the sun. It was a place of luxury, built with the gold stolen from the people who lived just a few hundred yards away in the dark.Inside the manor, Lady Sylas was not happy.She stood in the center of a large ballroom. The floor was made of polished sapphire. The ceiling was a dome of crystal that showed the stars. But

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