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The New Start (3)

Penulis: Loria Malf
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-22 19:30:54
Seraphina's POV

Classes at Loisage were grueling, designed to push the limits of intellect and magical skill. My days were filled with arcane studies, deep dives into bloodline magic, and endless history lessons about the ancient families that ruled our world. It was overwhelming at times, but it was also the distraction I needed. The more I immersed myself in the academy’s world of magic and knowledge, the further I could push thoughts of Ambrosius to the back of my mind.

Ancient curses became the primary focus of my studies. Loisage prided itself on unraveling the mysteries of old bloodlines, and my family’s curse intrigued not only my professors but my fellow students as well. I had begun to piece together fragments of the curse’s origin—rumors of ancient rites and long-forgotten betrayals that stretched back through centuries. The more I uncovered, the more questions arose.

Moonbane’s curse had existed for as long as its power, and that troubled me.

Why hadn’t any of the great lead
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