In the observation chamber atop the Academy, Erian Solvine, Head of the Evaluation Department, replayed the crystal recording of the illusion trial.
The scene of Angeline’s Voidstep looped endlessly — its magic dissected and broken down — yet still beyond comprehension.
> “This… isn’t academy magic. Nor is it the result of any normal arcane mutation.”
His eyes narrowed.
> “That girl is hiding something. And it’s dangerous.”
🕰️ A Secret Meeting
In the underground vault of the Department of Spatial Magic, Erian convened a small circle of trusted staff.
> “We will monitor her. Every step, every spell she casts. If necessary… we isolate her — for the Academy’s safety.”
One staff member hesitated.
> “But… the Oversight Council stated there was no violation.”
Erian’s voice turned cold.
> “The Council doesn’t understand the magnitude of what they’ve allowed to run free. I won’t wait until everything burns.”
🛡️ Behind the Curtain: Real Draxor
Meanwhile, in the northern wing of the Academy, Real Draxor — combat instructor and former war veteran — read the same report in silence.
He had seen similar power before… on the battlefield. A force that bent space and time.
> “She doesn’t realize how dangerous she truly is… not to others, but to those who seek to exploit her.”
Real met in secret with a masked informant from beyond the Academy’s walls.
> “Keep your eyes on Erian. If he moves too far — send the signal. I’ll make sure no one lays a finger on Angeline Ceu.”
🧩 The Chessboard Shifts
Behind the scenes, two forces quietly took position:
Erian Solvine — determined to expose and control Angeline’s secret, seeing her as a threat to the world’s balance.
Real Draxor — operating from the shadows, protecting Angeline in his own way, believing that a power like Voidstep only reawakens when history begins to fracture.
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🌌 End of Chapter
That night, atop the Academy’s highest tower, Angeline stood alone beneath the stars.
She didn’t yet know… that every step she took was now watched.
But also…that someone had already drawn their blade in silence — ready to shield her from the storm.
> And between two converging lights — one sharp as a blade, one hidden in shadow — the path toward truth grows narrower… and far more dangerous.
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