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Moments later, The Combat Pits, [Rina P.O.V] The silence that rippled through the arena wasn't the respectful kind; it was the heavy, cold silence of realization. I could see the instructors exchanging uneasy glances, their clipboards frozen mid-air. The ten seniors behind Austin, men and women who had spent two to four years becoming the academy’s apex predators, were looking at my small frame as if I were a ticking mana-bomb. Everyone knew the “Austin Rule”: if you sparred with him, you didn't plan any activities for the next forty-eight hours, and you certainly didn't do it without a gallon of high-grade recovery potion waiting on the sidelines. He was a force of nature. And here I was, standing in a purple tracksuit, casually threatening to snap his femur as if I were discussing the weather. “Did she just say… break his limbs?” a Ventus senior whispered from the tiers, his voice trembling. “And he didn't even deny it? He looked excited.” “I'm just glad I'm not on her b

Moments later, [Omniscient P.O.V] The Pavilion floor groaned as the corrupted beast coiled its massive muscles for a final, lethal lunge. Austin’s gravity-aura flared, a blinding burst of golden light that fractured the stone beneath his boots, but he was a critical heartbeat behind the monster’s sheer, supernatural speed. The students screamed, a choir of absolute terror as the gore-stained claws descended directly toward Lumira’s exposed throat. Then, the world turned completely white. BOOM. A violent explosion of raw, lunar energy ripped through the air, knocking back the heavy banquet tables, the stone chairs, and even the senior instructors who had been rushing to intervene. A dense, swirling mist erupted from Lumira’s core, obscuring her minimal training gear in a shimmering, iridescent fog that tasted of heavy ozone and ancient frost. Through the blinding haze, a massive shape collided with the rushing beast. The sound was like a localized thunderclap - flesh hitting b

[Seraphina's POV] The medical wing smelled like a graveyard dressed up for a party. Antiseptic herbs and crushed yarrow couldn't mask the rot underneath. I tasted it every time I swallowed. My boots struck the white stone. Click. Click. No rhythm. Just panic wearing shoes. Lumira lay on the hovering cot. Marble statue. Pale. Cold. No rise and fall in her chest. "She isn't breathing, Elara." My fingers found the bedrail. Metal bit back. "Why isn't she breathing?" "Mana stabilizing." Elara's knuckles were white against her skirt. "Deep trance." "A deep trance doesn't look dead." I jerked my chin toward the corner. "And it doesn't need vultures." Jaxon stood by the window. Crumpled pride. Confused eyes. Beside him, Selene dabbed at nothing with a lace handkerchief. Grieving Saintess. Performance art. Ivy whispered poison in her ear, both of them leaning into the scene like they paid for front-row seats. "So tragic," Selene murmured. Loud. Always loud. "Hiding such a primal nature

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The doors were still vibrating from my dismissal. Jaxon, Selene, and Ivy stood their ground. Retreated a few steps. Rooted like weeds in the corner. Jaxon's face shifted. Fury. Disbelief. A map he couldn't read. Before he could draw breath, my actual friends stampeded in. "Mira!" Seraphina threw her arms around me. Squeezed air from my lungs. "Easy, Sera, she's still fragile," Elara whispered. Right behind her. Tucking a stray lock behind my ear. Pulling me into a fierce, grounding embrace. One by one, they took turns. Mason stepped forward. Eyes shimmering. Relief. Reverence. He squeezed my shoulder. Pulled me into a brief, protective hold. "Don't do that again." His voice was low. "I don't think my heart can take another sleep mode." "I'll try." I rasped. Eyes already drooping. Austin didn't wait for an invitation. He moved fast. Too fast. Shirt over his head in one motion. Expensive black fabric tossed onto a chair. His chest-etched with faint, g

The Next Day [Rina P.O.V] The medical wing had become a cluttered storefront for high-end bribery. By morning, the mahogany side table groaned under crystal-vased orchids, boxes of enchanted truffles, and "Get Well" scrolls in shimmering gold ink. "Another one?" Elara lifted a card from a massive basket of moon-bloomed lilies. "Lord of the Iron Ridge. 'To the Radiant Suprema, may your recovery be as swift as your strike.' Translation: please don't kill us when you take the throne." "Eat a truffle and shut up, Elara." I propped myself against a mountain of silk pillows. Picked at poached phoenix eggs and avocado toast that tasted like luxury and boredom. My body felt heavy. Mana-veins still humming with residual heat from the Moon Pool. But the lethargy was fading. "Focus, Mira." Zephina snapped her fingers in front of my face. Dropped a thick stack of parchment onto my lap. Ink still fresh. "Notes on Intro to High Sorcery and Magical Law & Ethics. You're missing the lecture on th