20 minutes ago, I was staring blankly at the final question when the back door flew open with a heavy crash.My best friend, Isaac Powell, burst in, grabbed me by the collar, and hauled me out of my seat."What the hell is wrong with you?" I shoved him back.The proctor slammed his hands on the desk and stood up. "Which class are you from? Do you have no respect for exam rules?"Isaac ignored him entirely. I raised my fist, ready to plant one on his jaw, when he suddenly uttered, "Vora Kal Athun."My hand froze mid-swing. 12 years ago, in a dilapidated chapel nestled deep in Mount Aethel, we had stumbled upon those exact words carved into the stone. They were crooked and looked almost like Vesperian Script, but not quite.Back then, we had sworn a brotherhood oath right there, pledging that if either of us ever spoke those three words, the other had to trust him without question.Before I could even process it, Isaac was dragging me down the hallway.A black SUV was parked outs
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