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Chapter 41
Author: Dep Flair
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Word of the confrontation at The Amber Chalice spread through the academy like wildfire. By morning, it seemed everyone had heard some version of the story. Students whispered in corridors, exchanged theories during breakfast, and cast curious glances at Draven whenever he passed.

"There he is," they whispered. "The chopstick phantom."

Draven did his best to ignore the attention, keeping his head down as he made his way to morning classes. The pendant rested cool against his chest, its power dormant but ever-present, a constant reminder of the responsibility he carried.

Jin, however, was thoroughly enjoying their newfound notoriety.

"Did you hear the latest version?" he asked as they settled into their seats for theoretical magic class. "Now they're saying you disarmed three of Theron's friends before taking him down."

"Wonderful," Draven muttered. "By lunch, it'll be an entire army."

Their instructor arrived before Jin could respond, bringing the class to order with a sharp clap of h
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