Rain fell softly that night. In the weapons training hall, there was only one figure — Real Draxor — standing still, eyes fixed on the neatly hung practice blades.
In his hand, a report from his informant:
> “Angeline Ceu… is showing signs of resonance with a Void fragment.”
He gripped the paper tightly. His gaze drifted beyond the walls, into the rain-soaked darkness.
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🕯️ An Inner Monologue
> “You’re so much like her… like that girl from back then.”
His voice was barely a whisper, a memory spoken only to himself.
A hazy flashback flickered — the battlefield, fire roaring in every direction, and in the center: a silver-haired Tabaxi woman standing her ground — Lyssia, the last Void-wielding Tabaxi… the one he loved, and lost.
> “Lyssia… if I had been stronger back then, maybe you'd still be alive.”
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🖤 The Reason to Protect
Real stepped toward a table where a single object lay — a small, worn pendant of Tabaxi origin, the only thing he had left from Lyssia.
> “Angeline… she’s not just another student. She’s the lingering flame of the one who once pulled me from the edge of emptiness.”
> “I won’t fail a second time.”
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🕊️ An Unspoken Truth
Master Cailyn, another instructor, quietly entered the room, watching Real from the shadows.
> “You’ve changed since she arrived.”
Real didn’t answer.
> “Are you protecting her out of guilt... or because you truly care?”
He turned to the window, eyes fixed on the eastern wing — where Angeline’s dorm was.
> “Because I want to make sure that the world that destroyed her… never touches her again.”
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📜 End of Chapter
At that same moment, in her room, Angeline opened a small, unmarked package.
Inside: a black cloak bearing the faded emblem of the Old Guardian Order, disbanded long ago.And tucked within it — a single note, handwritten:
> “When the world begins to bite… you won’t be alone.”
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