Chapter One Hundred and Eleven****I dreamt of fire that night.Not Kael’s black rage fire. Not my own violet storm.Just… clean flame. Gold at the heart, blue at the edges. Burning steady. Alone, but not lonely.And in the dream, someone stood beside it,not feeding it, not controlling it, just watching the fire burn. Silent. Still and Present.When I woke up, the image stuck to me like smoke.I shook it off.Dreams are dangerous now. They made you soft. Made you hope.And hope got you killed in this academy.Morning drills were brutal.Morwen had doubled the intensity, claiming “discipline must be restored” after what she called my “unregulated outbursts.” Students sparred with live runes, shadows, and fire,no safety wards, no mercy.I stood at the edge of the yard, arms crossed, watching.Jason fought in the third ring. His movements were sharp, precise, but hollow. No flair. No joy. Just duty. Kieran stood nearby, arms crossed, nodding like a proud handler.Kael was in the far rin
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