Before the Storm Breaks
A few days had passed since the Martial Meeting began.
What started as scattered clashes across multiple arenas had now sharpened into something far more intense. The weak had already fallen. The lucky had already been exposed. What remained—
Were the true contenders.
Today…
Was the semifinal.
And across the entire Celestis Academy, the atmosphere had changed.
It was no longer excitement.
It was pressure.
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Deep within the Amethyst Summit Division—
Inside a quiet cave hidden behind layers of stone—
Mana spiraled.
It didn't move wildly.
It flowed.
Like a silent storm held under control.
A faint glow pulsed in the darkness, circling slowly like a breathing entity. The air inside the cave trembled gently, as if even space itself was bending under the weight of that energy.
And at the center of it—
Leon sat.
Still.
Unmoving.
Like a calm eye within a raging cyclone.
