LOGINI was fortunate enough to be guided by Professor Killburg when I joined Helxton. He helped me create the foundations of ethical healing practices. Most of the healing principles I followed were given by him, which were also the core codes the secret healer society operated on.“Am I not already a p
Killburg gave me a shut-up-or-I’ll-rip-your-tongue-out look, and I did because I knew he could easily do that if I pissed him enough.“Politics is a wild space where every inch of your body is exposed to vultures ready to rip your flesh off if it serves their agenda. They don’t even spare their Alph
[Raven]“T-these aren’t… divine burns.” “Yeah, and I’m not two centuries old,” Killburg said matter-of-factly. “You can’t deny the obvious, kid.” I lowered my gaze to my charred fingers.He leaned closer to me, his elbows resting on his thighs.“You know I can help you, right?” he said.“Can you s
“What the hell are you doing?” I grunted. “Get off me.”“Shh. Let it out. Let it all out,” he said. “It’s okay.”“What the hell, old man!” I scowled. “I’m okay. Now, let go.”“It’s okay, son,” his voice quivered. “You’re not abandoning him…”My eyes widened, my body stiffening.“Shut up,” I gritted
[Raven]“A nightmare?” A calm voice came from my right.Licking my parched lips, I looked at Professor Killburg, sitting on a chair beside my bed.He poured a glass of water, mixed a vial of potion, and then slipped a glass straw into it.Instead of handing it to me, he held the glass in front of me
Surrounding me from every direction at once.“Stop!” I shut my eyes, covering my ears with my hands. “Stop it, please!”“Remember how she trembled? How she begged you to stop?” The other me grabbed my hands, yanking them off my ears.“Did you stop, Raven?” he asked.I shut my eyes tighter, refusing
[Raven]Even without Azum, controlling Zosha’s powers wouldn’t be a problem for me, but the process involved hurting her, and that kind of pain could be deeply traumatic for a child.And if Xanthea found out, that omega would turn hell upside down. From recent events, it was clear she cared more abo
[Xanthea]“Lady Xanthea… are you ok?” the prince asked, his gaze drifting to my hand that had involuntarily clutched my hurting chest. Lowering my hand, I gently straighten out the letter I had crushed into a ball, taking my time to gather myself and my thoughts.“I have a few questions for you, Cr
[Xanthea]“What? What now?” I panicked, my anxiousness growing with every second.But Asher, as always, looked calm and collected, as though he couldn’t even feel fear—Psychopath.Gritting my teeth, I tore the letters into tiny pieces, frustration burning in my guts. If only I could shred them from
[Xanthea]The prince nodded.“After your mother fell from paradise, a divine prophecy was made for Ruhna,” he said.“What prophecy?” I asked.“The fallen will shape what the heavens expel; A soul will ascend from the depths of hell. In darkness, for shadows and flickering lights. The wolf spirit wil







