เข้าสู่ระบบZane's Point Of View"This is where it ends," the clone whispered. He stood over me with the certainty of an executioner, raising his right hand to form a final, massive sphere of golden fire directly above my head. Even from feet away, the heat made my skin prickle with warning. "Twenty-four hours in the dark, original. Sleep well." I looked up at him through the blood dripping into my eyes, each drop blurring my vision further. My body was completely broken… a catalog of injuries I could barely process through the pain. My left arm hung useless at my side, my ribs lay shattered beneath bruised flesh, and my leg poured blood into the dirt in a steady, terrifying stream. “Look at the grass, Zane,” Fenrir's voice suddenly echoed from the edge of the woods, his tone carried an urgency I'd rarely heard from him. “What did I teach you about the ground? Stop looking at the wound!" "Pull it up, boy!” Daekan yelled, his voice desperate, almost pleading.I forced my gaze down to the dark b
Zane's Point Of ViewI watched as Daekan raised his hand with deliberate slowness, making sure I observed every detail. His fingers were completely loose, almost lazy in their relaxation, but a brilliant, white-hot flame was dancing across his knuckles, perfectly contained, not a single spark flying out of place. The control was absolute, effortless. "If you tighten your muscles, the fire gets choked," Daekan explained, his tone serious and instructional. "It becomes volatile, unstable. It wants to explode because you are compressing it with your physical tension, fighting against its natural flow. Keep your palms open until the exact millisecond of impact. A relaxed muscle moves twice as fast as a tense one - this is basic physics applied to magic. Try it now." I took a deep breath, forcing my shoulders to drop despite every instinct screaming at me to stay defensive. I held out my right hand, letting my fingers hang loose and limp, just like Daekan showed me, fighting against year
Zane's Point Of ViewThe following day brought a familiar rhythm: grueling training sessions under the scorching sun with the Alpha, followed by nocturnal combat against my own reflection. Each night, I faced that clone wielding ten percent of my power… a manageable opponent by now, yet one that demanded my full attention and tested the limits of my growing abilities. This pattern persisted for three days, each battle honing my instincts and sharpening my reflexes until the movements became almost second nature. On the fourth night, everything changed. The clone materialized before me in the misty garden, now amplified to fifteen percent of my strength. The air itself seemed to thicken with menace as we circled each other, predator and prey in one. His movements were sharper, more calculated, and when I managed to clip him, he didn't just stumble; he countered with a viciousness that left my ribs aching for hours after I woke up, the phantom pain bleeding into my waking world. But
Zane's Point Of ViewThe clone didn't simply vanish. The precise instant that sharp rod of solidified magic pierced his chest, his entire body went rigid, muscles locking as his eyes flew wide in shock. Then… boom. He detonated into thousands of tiny, glowing fragments of silver and gold that scattered through the air like a constellation breaking apart. It resembled a star exploding right there in the middle of the grass, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Before I could scramble backward, those fragments refused to fade. Instead, they melted into a thick, shimmering mist that surged straight toward my chest with frightening purpose. "What the…" I gasped as the mist forced its way into my skin, passing through flesh and bone as if my body were nothing more than vapor. It didn't hurt, but the sensation overwhelmed me… like drinking a glass of pure, liquid electricity that set every nerve ending alight. The energy flowed down my arms in rivers of heat, wrapped around my lung
Zane's Point Of ViewMy fist hovered a split second from shattering his nose when the copy's eyes blazed a blinding, radioactive gold. Before my knuckles could connect, the air between our faces hardened into a solid wall of compressed wind. My fist struck the invisible barrier with a dull thwack, the sheer vibration rattling up my elbow and loosening the teeth in my gums. Pain shot through my wrist, sharp and immediate, but I refused to pull back. Stubbornness had always been my greatest strength and my worst weakness. The copy snarled, his voice raw with desperation, "Get off me!" He didn't just push me… he detonated his aura. A shockwave of pure silver Lycan pressure erupted from his skin, slamming into my stomach like a horizontal log. The blast lifted me completely off him, sending me flying backward through the misty garden air.I flipped over twice, disoriented and gasping, the world spinning in a blur of green and gray. My hands scraped blindly through the wet grass until I
Zane's Point Of ViewI spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, my eyes darting across the unnaturally perfect, misty grass to find the source of that voice. A few yards away, sitting casually beneath the sweeping, luminous branches of a massive willow tree, were Daekan and Fenrir. Daekan had abandoned his human form entirely; he appeared as a towering, shimmering figure wrought from pure golden fire and dark shadows, floating an inch above the ground with his arms crossed in an almost bored posture. Beside him, Fenrir rested in his true form: a massive white wolf with glowing silver eyes, his heavy chin balanced on his paws as though he were watching a tedious movie unfold. I blinked, completely disoriented, and examined my own hands. I patted my chest, my stomach, my thighs, searching for any sign of transparency. Oh, thank God. I wasn't see-through this time. I wasn't that weird, glass-like phantom I'd been when I met the Moon Goddess. Relief flooded through me as
Zane's Point Of View The walk back to the dorm was a slow, aching trudge, my body screaming with every step, my muscles burning like they’d been set alight. The night air was sharp, the kind of cold that bit at your skin and woke you up even when you were dead on your feet. My boots dragged again
Zane's Point Of ViewThe path to the human dorms was quiet, the torches lining the stone walkway casting flickering shadows that danced like restless spirits. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, the cool night breeze brushing against my skin, soothing the ache in my muscles. My body still humm
Zane's Point Of View The second my body hit the mattress, every muscle in my body screamed in protest. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin, the pillow soft beneath my cheek, but my mind was still racing, my body still humming with the aftershocks of the training. I groaned, rolling on
Zane's Point Of View The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and the metallic tang of magic still lingering in the wake of the duels. My body ached, every muscle screamed, every breath burned, but the adrenaline still hummed beneath my skin, a live wire of defiance and triumph. The court







