Masuk“Come now, Princess—show me more.” Ravion’s voice echoed through the arena, smooth and taunting, as he dragged his foot across the luminous floor. His blade glinted—a curved Noctis weapon forged from shadowsteel, shimmering like a trapped storm.Alessia didn’t flinch. Her Dual Essence flickered around her—soft silver waves, breath-like, alive. She inhaled, slow and steady. She didn’t want to be negligible this time. “Alright,” she whispered back. “I will.”The crowd roared. Solaris cheered. Lunaris murmured in awe. Noctis hissed, sensing danger. They knew even if Alessia is young, they saw how determined she is. Kael stood on the sidelines, unmoving, but his fingers dug into the barrier so tightly small cracks formed along his glove.Ianthe folded her arms. “Now this will be interesting.”Eryx leaned forward against the rail. “Come on, Alessia!” He cheered. Seraphine held a handkerchief to her mouth. Exaggerated as usual. “Don’t die! Don’t die, pretty please!” Then—everything expl
“Princess Alessia Keren Endymion—your presence is required in the Arena.” The voice boomed through the corridors of the Conclave Citadel like rolling thunder.Alessia jolted awake, breath catching, heart thundering violently.For a moment she forgot where she was—forgot the looming trials, forgot the endless sky beneath the floating Citadel—but then the realization hit her like cold water.Today is the Trial of Strength. Today she faces Ravion.Seraphine burst into the room so fast she tripped over her own feet.“Princess Alessia, wake up. It’s time! Oh’ stars!”Eryx stood behind her, looking pale but determined. “Don’t panic.”“I’m trying but panic is my default!” Seraphine wailed.Ianthe entered with a silver comb and a cloak draped over her arm. “Control yourselves, all of you. She must be calm.”Kael was already in the corner of the room. He was quiet. Watching over her since dawn.His mask was on, pristine and unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders told her enough—he had no
“I can’t sleep.” Alessia whispered it into the dimly lit chamber long after midnight, though she wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular. The Conclave guest quarters were luxurious—gold-paneled walls, floating lanterns, and a bed carved from Solaris crystal—but not even the softest pillows or warmest blankets could quiet her mind.Tomorrow morning, she would stand in the Trial Arena. She would face Ravion Vesper Noctis. She would be watched by three empires.She sat at the window seat, staring at the swirling rings of luminous energy outside—the Citadel’s notorious night sky, a maze of shifting colors and flickering constellations.A soft knock sounded at her door.“Alessia.” Kael’s voice.She exhaled, suddenly grateful.“Come in,” she whispered.The door opened silently. Kael stepped inside, closing it behind him. His mask was off—rare—and the dim lantern light illuminated the dark tattoos beneath his left eye, faint marks of the Shadow Guard.His hair was slightly tousled, as if he
“We’re approaching the Citadel!” Eryx shouted it from the helm as the Dawnstar broke through a thick curtain of clouds, its golden hull vibrating with light. Alessia rushed to the window, Seraphine stumbling behind her with a half-eaten pastry clutched in her hand.What she saw stole her breath. Floating above a colossal crater—held aloft by ancient luminous currents—stood the Triumvernal Citadel.Silver bridges arched off its perimeter like the spokes of a sun.Three colossal towers spiraled upward, each representing an empire.Solaris Tower: bright gold and white, shining like a sunrise.Lunaris Tower: shimmering silver with endless glowing runes.Noctis Tower: dark violet stone wrapped in drifting shadow.Hovering above them, suspended by pure luminous force, was the Conclave Arena, a circular platform surrounded by rings of floating sigils.Seraphine pressed her face to the glass. “There’s a floating arena! This is so wrong!”Eryx grinned. “You’ll get used to it.”“No, I won’t,” S
“I can’t believe we’re actually going.” Seraphine said it while clutching two overstuffed bags and a pillow shaped like a crescent moon. She looked like she was either about to faint or aggressively redecorate the royal airship.Eryx sighed. “Seraphine, put half of that back. We’re traveling to the Conclave, not on vacation.”Seraphine hugged her pillow tighter. “You don’t understand—Princess Alessia needs comfort items, pillows, snacks, emergency sparklers, and emotional support pastries—”Kael walked past her without glancing. “She needs none of that.”Seraphine gasped. “How dare you say that, Kael!”Ariadne’s voice cut across the loading platform. “Enough chatter. Get everything secured. We depart in twenty minutes.”The Solaris royal airship, the Dawnstar, stood on the highest dock, its golden hull gleaming in the early morning light. Runes glowed along its sides. The wind hummed through its sails, each woven with luminous threads.Alessia stood at the edge of the platform, her cl
“Finally, we’re here,” Alessia muttered under her breath as her gaze swept over the bustling streets of Jasperhearth. The city was alive with color and sound, a stark contrast to the quiet, forested paths they had traversed. The cobblestone streets shimmered faintly under the afternoon sun, polished smooth by the steps of countless visitors. Buildings crafted from warm, honey-colored stone rose in elegant tiers, adorned with hanging flower baskets that overflowed with vibrant blossoms. “It’s more beautiful than I imagined,” Sirena said softly, her violet eyes reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Raizel, ever the skeptic, crossed his arms. “Well, at least it doesn’t reek of smoke and sweat like some of the other cities we’ve been to. I’ll give it that much.”Sirena smirked, nudging him with her elbow. “Look at you, sounding impressed for once. What’s next? You’ll start skipping in joy?”“Shut it,” Raizel retorted, rolling his eyes. But even his sharp tone couldn’t hide th







