Semua Bab Aetherion Academy Year 1: Shadows of Rebirth : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Moments later,Rina’s POV"What did I tell you?" Austin let out a deafening laugh, slamming his hand against the training post. "Five moves! And she didn't even break a sweat. Chief, can we get her a real opponent now? My mentee is getting bored with the local wildlife."I wiped a stray bead of sweat from my forehead, the white singlet shifting as I adjusted my stance. "Next," I said, my voice cold and clear, echoing through the stunned silence of the pits.The instructors didn't wait for the dust to settle. Chief Instructor Reynolds slammed his clipboard onto a stone bench, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "That’s enough blood for one morning! Training is suspended for an hour. Buffet is on me at the newly opened Bronze Pavilion! Move it before I change my mind and make you do laps in the mud!"The tension broke in a chaotic scramble for the exit. Twenty minutes later, the Bronze Pavilion was a sea of clinking bronzeware, woodware and the smell of roasted meats. I sat at a long

Moments later Rina’s POVAll of a sudden this world had shattered. One moment, I was collapsing into the conflicting arms of a vampire and a gravity-bending elf, the metallic tang of Krell’s blood still coating my tongue. The next, the roaring of the Pavilion was replaced by a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight against my eardrums.I wasn't in the training grounds anymore. I wasn't even in the medical wing.I stood in the center of a subspace that looked like the interior of a fractured cosmic diamond. The walls were jagged planes of crystalline light, shimmering with the bruised purples and deep indigos of a dying nebula. There was no floor, only a translucent surface that rippled like mercury beneath my feet.In the center of this infinite, cold expanse stood the cage.It was a hideous thing. It wasn't made of iron, steel, or even magic I recognized. The bars were constructed from jagged shards of pulsating obsidian, vibrating with a low, dissonant hum. A sickly vi

Moments later,Seraphina’s POVThe silence in the medical ward didn’t last. It couldn't. Not with the sheer amount of ego packed into one room. I turned my head, my eyes narrowing at the trio huddled near the far wall. Jaxon looked like he had been struck by lightning, while Selene was busy adjusting her robes, trying to reclaim her shattered poise."I’m going to ask one more time," I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low vibrato. "What right do you three have to even be here? This isn't a spectator sport.""She’s my mate, Seraphina." Jaxon straightened his shoulders, his jaw tightening. "That gives me every right.""Ex-mate!" Austin roared, stepping between Jaxon and the bed. His massive frame practically blotted out the light. "The moment you stood by and watched her being cast out and bullied by everyone, you forfeited the title. You don't get to use that word in this room.""A mate bond isn't a contract you can just shred, Austin," Jaxon countered, his voice rising. "It’s

Moments later,Rina’s POVThe tension in the room was a thick, suffocating shroud until Kaelen finally snapped. He didn't argue. He didn't issue another warning. He simply stepped behind Jaxon, his fingers locking onto the back of the Alpha’s neck like a steel trap."I told you," Kaelen hissed, his voice echoing with an ancient, predatory chill. "You’re upsetting her."Before Jaxon could even let out a growl of protest, the shadows in the room surged upward, swallowing both of them. There was a sharp, localized crack, like the sound of the atmosphere being torn apart, and they were gone."Jaxon!" Selene shrieked, her eyes darting around the empty space where her husband had just been. "What did that monster do to him? Ivy, come on! We have to find him!"The two of them scrambled out of the room, their frantic footsteps fading down the marble hallway. Finally, the ward was quiet, save for the low, rhythmic purr vibrating through Austin’s bare chest behind me.I didn't relax. Instead,

Moments later,Medical Wing,Author’s POVThe corridors of the medical wing were silent, bathed in the pale, flickering light of enchanted lanterns. At 2:00 AM, the air was thick with the scent of recovery salts and the heavy, rhythmic mana-breathing of sleeping students.A shadow detached itself from the ceiling.The assassin moved like oil on water, his black silk garments absorbing the light. He held a jagged glass dagger coated in paralyzing neurotoxin. His target was the private ward at the end of the hall - the girl who had shaken the foundations of the entire Academia. He reached the door, his hand ghosting over the handle.He never felt the blade that took his life.A figure appeared behind him, draped in a cloak of shifting moonlight. A white porcelain mask, devoid of features, gleamed in the dark, his black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. This was Dagger, the assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld.SHING.With a brutal, surgic