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rlin’s jaw tightened. "Because of my affinities."

"Because of what you are," she corrected softly. "You’re not just multi-affinitied, rlin. You fuse them. Space. Wind. Lightning. Water. Fire. You bend resonance that should repel itself. That’s... not supposed to be possible."

He didn’t respond.

She wasn’t wrong.

Morgana sighed and turned away, brushing a strand of black hair back behind her ear. "Kael has been funding a program known only as Echo. It was buried in old research files I confiscated years ago. It’s an attempt to force artificial affinity harmonization using external mana cores. It always failed, until recently."

rlin frowned. "He’s trying to recreate ."

"Yes. Or at least, what makes you possible."

The thought sat heavy between them.

Morgana stepped closer, her gaze level. "You need to understand sothing, rlin. You were already a target the mont you broke the four-affinity barrier. Now you’re sothing else. If Kael’s succeeded in even partially imitating what you can do, we’re dealing with more than just corporate greed. We’re dealing with a shift in how the world’s balance of power functions."

He exhaled slowly. "You’re saying I started a war."

She shook her head. "No. I’m saying the world started looking for ways to use you in one."

Silence.

The fire popped faintly.

After a mont, Morgana’s tone softened, only slightly. "You’ve grown, rlin. More than I expected. But you’re not invincible. Power doesn’t make you untouchable; it makes you visible."

He t her gaze. "So what do I do?"

Her lips curved faintly, not a smile, but close. "You survive. You learn. You don’t let them define your limits for you."

That, he understood.

He nodded once.

Morgana gestured to the door. "You’re dismissed. And rlin—"

He paused mid-turn.

Her silver eyes glimred in the firelight. "Don’t carry this alone. You’re strong, yes. But isolation dulls even the sharpest blade."

For the first ti that night, sothing in her tone felt almost... human.

He nodded again, then quietly left.

The dorms were quiet when he returned.

Second years were still out celebrating the exam results or whispering about the explosion.

He slipped in silently, the faint sound of his boots on marble echoing in the hallway. When he opened his door, he froze.

Elara was sitting on his couch, legs crossed, still in uniform. A half-empty cup of tea stead faintly on the table beside her.

She didn’t look surprised to see him.

"You took your ti," she said softly.

"Headmistress wanted a report," rlin replied, closing the door. "You didn’t have to wait."

"I wanted to."

He raised a brow. "Why?"

"Because I knew you wouldn’t talk about it otherwise."

rlin exhaled through his nose, a faint, tired smile tugging at his lips. "You’re too perceptive for your own good."

She tilted her head. "And you’re too stubborn for yours."

A pause. The air between them shifted, slower, heavier.

Elara stood and walked closer, stopping just a step away. The faint scent of rain and steel clung to her. Her violet eyes searched his face, the faint shadows under his eyes, the tension in his jaw.

"You saw sothing, didn’t you?" she asked quietly.

He hesitated. "...Yeah."

"What was it?"

He t her gaze for a long mont. Then looked away. "Sothing that shouldn’t exist."

She didn’t push. She just nodded, eyes softening slightly. "Then we’ll make sure it doesn’t exist for long."

rlin looked at her again, really looked. The way her silver-blonde hair caught the faint lamplight, the calm steadiness in her eyes, the quiet strength there.

He realized, with a faint ache in his chest, that she was the only constant in this twisted world that wasn’t part of the story he already knew.

And that terrified him more than anything.

"...You should get so rest," he said finally.

"So should you."

"I’ll try."

She smiled faintly, the small, real kind she rarely showed. "Liar."

rlin huffed softly through his nose, but before he could reply, Elara turned, her hand brushing lightly against his arm as she walked past him toward the door.

Just before she stepped out, she stopped.

"I ant what I said before," she murmured without turning around. "You don’t have to carry this alone."

Then she was gone, the door closing quietly behind her.

rlin stood there for a long ti, the faint echo of her words still hanging in the air.

He looked down at his hands, the faint lines of mana tracing under his skin like lightning veins. For the first ti in a long ti, he wasn’t thinking about strength, or training, or power.

He was thinking about connection.

And how fragile it was.

He sat by the window, watching the city lights flicker far below. Sowhere out there, Kael was still alive. Still plotting. Still building sothing that could unravel the world rlin thought he knew.

But for now...

For this brief, fragile mont of quiet, he just let himself breathe.

The academy was quieter than usual.

Not silent, never silent, but quieter in the way of a storm that had passed and left everyone waiting for the next.

The cracked walls had been repaired. The scorch marks erased. Even the sll of smoke that had clung to the northern courtyard was gone. But beneath the clean stone, beneath the wards that humd faintly in the halls, tension lingered. A thread no one could see, but everyone could feel.

rlin stood in the open quad just past sunrise. The air was cold, sharp with the taste of dew. His reflection shimred faintly in the still water of the courtyard fountain, and for a long mont he just watched it. His golden eyes looked... tired. Not weak, not broken, just quiet.

The fountain rippled. Soone was approaching.

"Morning, rlin."

Nathan’s voice carried easily through the chill. When rlin turned, he found the black-haired boy already grinning, his hands stuffed into his uniform pockets. Nathan had changed, not in power or stature, but in the way he carried himself. His posture was stronger, his eyes calr, though still holding that trace of uncertainty that made him Nathan.

"Nathan," rlin greeted, voice low. "You’re early."

"Could say the sa about you," Nathan shot back, then shrugged. "Couldn’t sleep. Adrian was snoring like a dying beast again."

From behind him ca a scoff. "I do not snore."

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