Semua Bab The Child of Stillness : Bab 1 - Bab 9

"The child born beneath stillness, whose blood walks with gods,Shall either raise the sun upon the ruins...Or plunge the world into silence once more."That was the prophecy.Carved in stone at the base of the tower long before the war ended.Most thought it was a myth.A few believed it was a warning.But only three men knew it was about him.The walls of the Tower were quiet.Not peaceful.Not sacred.Just... quiet.Too quiet for a place where legends once screamed.A young man walked alone through the upper halls. His steps didn't echo.They never did. The tower swallowed sound like it feared being overheard by something older than time.Bookshelves lined the walls, some untouched for years.Paintings of dead men stared down at him—some kings, some murderers, some both.He didn't stop for any of them.He paused only once—before a fireplace.Above it hung a sword. Thin. Sharp. Cold steel with veins of violet running through the blade.A weapon that looked too quiet to be dangerou

The skies darkened as the mountain path ended.Before him stood the gates of Caelron Academy—no ordinary threshold, but a monument carved by time and magic itself. Towering obsidian spires flanked either side, etched with ancient runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. The gates didn’t open with creaks. They shuddered, as if they sensed the weight of who approached.Wind roared.Lightning cracked above.Not from a storm—from the barrier woven into the sky itself.A warning.A challenge.Elarion didn’t flinch.He stepped forward, boots crunching against marble flecked with gold. The path ahead was lined with statues of former legends—heroes, monsters, and betrayers. Some faces were covered in moss, others cracked by time. All of them were dead.A crowd had formed at the outer court—new students, nobles in gilded cloaks, heirs to nations. They whispered among themselves, voices hushed and urgent as he passed.“…he came alone?”“Is that… him?”“That aura—he’s not normal.”“He looks too young

The silence of the ceremony clung to him, long after the torches dimmed. It wasn’t just absence of sound—it was a residue. A weight. Like something sacred had died, and no one dared speak its name. Even now, as he walked the sterile corridors of the dormitory wing, it hadn’t left. It clung to his skin. His lungs. His bones. Marble floors gleamed beneath his boots, untouched by the chaos that had carved itself into memory. They were spotless—too spotless. As if no one had ever bled here. As if the echoes of spells and screams hadn’t once torn through this very stone. Above him, pale-blue crystals floated in slow, deliberate rotations. Their dull glow didn’t flicker—it pulsed, low and rhythmic, like a heartbeat that didn’t quite belong to the living. A heartbeat trying to remember it was alive. Everything felt… too clean. Like none of it had ever been touched by pain. Or if it had, it had been scrubbed away too thoroughly. Elarion walked alone. His steps echoed softly, measured

After all the commotion, the hallways of Caelron Academy became quiet this morning—too quiet.Elarion’s footsteps echoed sharp against the marble floor as he walked alone, shadows of towering pillars trailing beside him. The massive double doors at the end stood like a monument—carved obsidian wood, etched with old glyphs that shimmered faintly under the mana lights.CLASS S - SPECIAL DIVISIONA metal sign on top of the gigantic doors.Reserved for the best.Or the worst.He pushed the doors open.Silence fell.Heads turned. Instinctual. Simultaneous.He stepped in, calm as ever, his presence subtle but suffocating—like smoke you didn’t notice until you were already choking on it.Elarion scanned the room.Sevrien, the Crown Prince sat in the center—white hair neatly combed, posture impeccable. Cold gaze locked forward like he was still in a war room. He didn’t even flinch.Beside him sat Lysaria, the Imperial Princess—poised, regal, every movement deliberate. Her sharp gaze flicked