CALEB’S POVThe grand celebration finally wound down in the late hours of the night, leaving the academy grounds blanketed in a quiet, peaceful calm. But by the following morning, the tranquility shattered. I stood by the window of our quarters, staring down at my right palm. The ancient sigil etched into my skin was pulsing with a soft, persistent golden light.It wasn't just mine. Looking across the room, I could see the exact same mark glowing faintly on Ragnar’s forearm and on Thalia’s delicate shoulder.A heavy, measured knock echoed through the room. Since we were sharing the grand dorm suite together again, Ragnar reached the door first, swinging it open to reveal Miss Lyra standing in the stone doorway, her expression unusually solemn."Gather your things," Miss Lyra instructed, her voice crisp and unyielding. "You three have been formally summoned by the highest authority in the academy."Without wasting a single second, the three of us followed her down the winding spiral s
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