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Cal had to fight himself from stepping in front of the man as he moved closer to Astasha. If she was afraid, she wasn’t showing it. But even if Calder hadn’t been able to feel it through their connection, he knew her enough to know that she had set her resilience, and she would die before she would show them what they wanted; shame and humility. “Sorceress Astasha, I presume,” Said the mage. “I am High Sorcerer Alaric. I’ve heard much about you, but I am so looking forward to hearing your explanation as to why we are here.”

For a moment, as I watch him tame the gigantic werewolf, all seems right with the world. I then regain the ability to think. "I asked you a question." The beautiful man meets my eyes, smiling charmingly. "I've already told you, my name is Samael, and I'm a teacher." Sighing, I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but what species are you? I've never seen any dragon-shifter use magic like yours." "Oh, is that, right?" Samael smirks. "I take it you've met plenty of dragon-shifters then?"

“So it was true that he was a Tri-Elementalist? Some people said that he could use plant magic, wind, and earth magic. He used ice magic a while ago, right? He must be a quadra-elemental.” “Having an affinity with two elements was already considered rare, yet he was a quadra-elemental? How come his name was unknown?” The mage asked. “That must be because he only spent his time inside the dungeons. On his first ascent, he overused his mana and went berserk. This is his second ascent and he had been in the dungeon for two weeks straight,” the archer said proudly. “He must be lonely,” their leader mumbled. “Lonely? He was obsessed with growing stronger and didn’t want any friends. I heard that

He was terrified of the situation, but he wasn't hiding guilt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Kael’s heart was slightly elevated, but her blood smelled entirely of ozone and steel. Pure warrior. No deception. Thump-thump-thump. Elder Vance was furious, his blood pressure spiking, his scent thick with arrogant indignation. But beneath the arrogance, there was no rot. I shifted my glowing silver gaze to the High Warlock. His name was Magnus. He was ancient, his skin like yellowed parchment pulled tight over brittle bones. He stood perfectly still, his hands tucked neatly into the wide sleeves of his crimson robes. His face was a mask of serene, magical detachment.

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

Anel had told me that the male was more protective and would never let go of the female. Maybe he didn't want to impose. But then, his deep voice broke the silence, sending shivers down my spine. "What's your name?" My knees felt weak, my pulse racing. I looked up, meeting his gaze. His eyes bore into my soul as if searching for something deep within me. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Astrid," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm Magnus."

And how did it differed from the magic she knew. “This,” Fenryn then continued, “is why our mages are under tight restrictions. Their magic is born of the old Gods, and it is because of this; that they are easily possessed by them.” This man continued to surprise her with the vast knowledge he possessed. Just who was he, really? “The Malruthiia.” She said quietly, “that is what we call those who live with the humans.” Though she explained this, her true attention was still upon the sword. The more she looked at it, the more she thought she understood.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

A girl was watching him from a distance with a pity expression written on her pretty face. Holding a piece of paper in his hand, he was searching for a certain room section while walking like a zombie. Written on the paper were his results on yesterday's test. Name: Yman Talisman Mana Capacity: Rank -D Magic Power: Rank -D Magic Type: Channeler Magic Abilities/s: Mini Heal(Self Healing Magic), Rapid Leap. Element/s Affinity: ? Year: 1st(Fledgling Trainee) Section: Bronze

It was signed with a signature I recognized immediately. “M” Magnus.