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Episode Nine-Part VI: Troubled Soul
The silence in Neil’s mind was heavy, too heavy. He stood in a place that stretched endlessly — a pitch-black plane, where rippling water covered the ground and each droplet echoed through the void like falling glass. The sound was all that existed here, the endless drip and wave, a rhythm that mocked life in a world already dead. Neil stood at the center of it all, still as stone, disbelief etched across his face. “Here again,” he sighed, voice low, carried away by the cold air. From the shadows ahead, the same eyes appeared — the ones he had seen in the forest. They floated in the dark, unblinking, ancient. For a few seconds they only stared at him. Then, without warning, they widened, and a violent wave burst forth. The impact struck Neil like lightning. His body jerked, glitching in and out of sight, and his knees buckled beneath him. He dropped to the watery surface, gasping, hands clamped over his ears as the wave ripped through his skull. The echoes began — the same voice
Episode Nine-Part V: The Duel Of Frost And Blood
The silence in the training hall felt heavier than the snow falling outside. Frost laced the windows, catching fragments of pale light that spilled through the glass and scattered across the marble floor. Every trace of sound — footsteps, breath, even heartbeat — seemed swallowed by the sacred stillness of Marzanna’s temple grounds.Rita stood opposite Delia, her icy aura pulsing faintly in waves that made the air itself brittle. She wore confidence like armor, chin lifted, lips curled into that familiar mocking grin. Around her wrists, frost glimmered like veins of silver-blue lightning. Delia, by contrast, stood calm — hair cascading like moonlit strands of snow, her eyes reflecting nothing but stillness.The Grand Masters watched from the edge of the dueling ring. Alan’s arms were folded tightly, his expression stern. Finn leaned on the railing, a faint smile ghosting across his face — one that never reached his eyes.“Remember,” Alan’s voice echoed softly through the chamber, “the
Episode Nine-Part IV: The Mark Of Marzanna
Long ago in Verathia, a single tribe ravaged by endless wars fled into the heart of an abandoned, isolated land. Rumors claimed that the place devoured all intruders—its forests whispered curses, and its waters froze on moonless nights. Desperate for refuge, the tribe’s leader ventured deeper until he found the spirit who ruled the land—the goddess Marzanna. He pleaded for mercy, promising loyalty in exchange for her blessing. Moved by his resolve, Marzanna granted them sanctuary beneath her eternal frost and offered her power to the tribe. She chose her vessels—the daughters to wield her ice, the sons her dark wrath, and one priest to bear both in harmony. From that covenant rose a hidden, independent city untouched by government rule. They called themselves the Children of Marzanna, and their city was named Marzan—a place where mortals and divine frost intertwined. But blessings never come without consequence. In time, the chosen Priestesses who lacked compatibility with the godd
Episode Nine-Part III: In Marzan
Delia returned to her crystalized mansion on the far side of Verathia, a snowy city in Marzan ruled by a priestess. She was escorted by armed men through the snow, their white garments blending perfectly with the pale surroundings. As she marched toward the grand doors of the mansion, the attendants bowed low. Inside, more attendants waited. One stepped forward and handed her a folded set of robes. Delia accepted them silently and walked into an adjoining room. Before the mirror, she stared at her reflection. The gown they had given her was exquisitely designed—covering every inch of her body except her face and flowing silver hair. She adjusted it once, then returned to the main hall, where two guards led her into another chamber. This hall was vast, with twin staircases spiraling upward toward a crystal throne. Guards in white robes lined each stair, their blades pointed toward the ground. A faint clank echoed above her. Delia looked up to see a woman descending—her robe whiter
Episode Nine-Part II: Elders Meeting pt II
The meeting commenced with every Elder seated, each raising concerns tied to the ongoing war. Complaints filled the hall — about their slipping ranks among other nations, about failed missions, about dwindling influence. Nathaniel sat quietly among them, his gaze fixed on one man—Elder Potter. “What about the Abominable Project?” asked an Elder from the second row. “There’s been some progress,” replied another from the third. “But all prototypes were destroyed by unknown variables. We’re falling behind.” “Forcing advanced Gifted into battle is risky,” said another. “It weakens our internal defense.” Before the debate could spiral again, the First Elder slammed the armrest of his chair. A shockwave rippled through the air, silencing the hall. “Complaints won’t bring us results,” he barked. “We need solutions.” The silence that followed was broken only by the rhythmic tap of a cane. Every eye turned toward Elder Potter, a faint smirk curling his lips. “You have something to say?”
Episode Nine-Part I: The Elders Meeting
Many expensive cars were parked outside the academy’s main building. Students gathered around, greeting the people who came to take them home for the holidays. Among them, Sandy and Neil walked toward their ride. “Young master,” an old man called out, smiling warmly. “It’s good to see you again.” “Old man Bosco!” Sandy grinned, pulling him into a hug. “Man, I’ve missed you so much.” Bosco laughed heartily, lifting Sandy off the ground as they spun around in joy. “No one would ever deny you two are related,” Neil chuckled, approaching them. “I and Sandy may not share blood,” Bosco said, still smiling, “but we’re bound by something stronger — a bond.” Neil raised a brow. “Which bond?” “The brotherhood of black skin,” Bosco laughed. “My man!” Sandy joined in, slapping his palm in a loud handshake. “As if I’m not black-skinned too,” Neil muttered, rolling his eyes. “I take it he didn’t make it here?” “He couldn’t,” Bosco replied. “He’s off to the Elders’ meeting.” Neil halted f
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