Morning slipped quietly into Cain's room.
A thin ribbon of sunlight cut through the shutters, stretching across the wooden floorboards until it brushed his cheek. The warmth nudged him awake. Cain opened his eyes, calm and steady, letting the stillness sit with him a moment before rising.
The academy gates were visible from his window—the dark stone walls catching the morning light, towering over the capital like a silent monument. Even from this distance, the structure held a kind of gravity. Today, thousands would enter, but only a fraction would pass. The air itself felt different—sharper, heavier, expectant.
He washed up, tightened the belt of his uniform robe, and tied his hair back neatly.
A soft knock tapped at the door.
Varr pushed it open with his foot, balancing two bowls of steaming broth.
"Ah, Cain. Awake earlier than expected."
"I couldn't sleep long," Cain said.
Varr chuckled as he set a bowl on the bedside table. The broth released a soft herbal scent—simple, warm, familiar. "Understandable. Today is the first stage of your entrance exam. Eat. Slow and steady."
Cain picked up the spoon. The soup warmed his stomach with each bite. No nerves. No rush. Just a quiet preparation.
"As we discussed last night," Varr said, wiping his hands on his sleeve, "today is the magic aptitude examination. The purpose isn't power—it's stability. Show clean mana flow, no shaking, no hesitation."
"I remember," Cain replied.
"Good. Freshen up and meet me downstairs. We leave in ten minutes."
Cain nodded and dressed fully, adjusting the robe until the hem fell evenly. In the hallway, he moved past adventurers preparing their gear, merchants discussing trade routes, and young applicants whispering anxiously to each other.
Varr waited near the exit of the inn, hands tucked into his sleeves, watching the morning crowds with a knowing expression.
"You ready?" Varr asked.
Cain simply nodded.
They stepped outside.
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The capital streets buzzed with early activity. Horses clattered over the cobblestone roads, vendors hauled crates to their stalls, guards patrolled in pairs. Even the air smelled different from Greyridge—denser, layered with spices, dust, and the faint tang of magic.
As they approached the academy, the size of the place fully revealed itself. A sprawling mansion-like structure sat behind iron-wrought gates, banners fluttering from its towers. Students and staff moved with purpose across the grounds.
Hundreds of applicants were already gathered near the entrance, all wearing identical academy robes. Their breaths fogged in the cold morning air. The tension gathered in their shoulders was nearly visible.
An instructor with a firm voice called out,
"Applicants for the entrance examination, proceed to the training hall in an orderly manner!"
Cain stepped forward with the crowd.
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Inside the training hall, sunlight streamed through tall windows across polished marble floors. The hall was wide—structured but not overwhelmingly grand. Rows of applicants lined the designated space.
At the front stood a raised platform.
On it rested a crystalline orb—clear, perfect, unmoving.
Dozens of academy instructors in white-trimmed robes formed a half-circle around the platform, clipboards in hand.
Varr leaned close to Cain before stepping aside.
"I'll wait outside the hall. After your turn, find me."
Cain nodded and joined the line.
Numbers were called. Applicants arranged themselves accordingly.
Cain looked at his tag.
26.
He took his position in line and exhaled once.
The room buzzed with whispers and nervous fidgeting.
Then the instructor's voice cut through the noise:
"Applicant number one—Liora Valcreast."
Silence fell instantly.
A girl stepped forward.
Her stride was measured, her posture perfect. Even in the simple academy robe, she looked like someone sculpted for excellence—calm, poised, unhurried. A faint gold embroidery on her inner sleeve marked noble heritage.
Whispers rose in soft waves:
"That's Liora Valcreast…"
"Daughter of the Valcreast Duchy."
"A sword prodigy."
"They say she mastered forms before most kids learned letters."
"And her mana control… unmatched."
Cain didn't react. He simply observed.
Liora approached the orb, lifted her hand, and rested her palm against the crystal.
It brightened instantly.
Not with force.
Not with chaos.
With precision.
The glow expanded slowly, perfectly symmetrical, growing stronger without a single flicker. It was like watching a steady flame inside glass—alive but disciplined.
The lead instructor nodded, impressed but unsurprised.
"Passed with distinction."
Liora lowered her hand and stepped down from the platform.
As she walked past the line of applicants, her gaze drifted over them—calm, unreadable. It paused briefly on Cain. Not long enough to mean anything. Not short enough to ignore.
Just a moment.
A passing of eyes.
A silent acknowledgment of another presence.
Then she continued walking as whispers followed her like a quiet storm.
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The next applicant approached. He trembled so hard his hand shook against the orb. A faint flicker appeared—weak, unstable. The instructor's voice was flat: "Mana flow insufficient.fail."
Third applicant—a boy with confident shoulders—managed a bright flare, though not as strong as Asena's. Still enough. "Passed."
Fourth applicant—a nervous girl—barely produced a glow, but it was steady enough. "Passed. Barely."
Fifth applicant—a heavyset boy—didn't activate anything at all.
One by one, numbers grew closer to his.
Finally—
"Number twenty-six. Cain Arkwright."
Cain stepped forward.
Some applicants turned to look.
Not out of expectation—out of curiosity.
No noble name.
No highborn rumors.
Just a boy from an unknown village.
He placed his hand on the orb.
The crystal felt cool under his palm.
He exhaled.
Mana flowed.
Not a burst.
Not a flare.
A single, stable rise—smooth, unwavering, as if guided by invisible rails. The orb brightened in response, not flickering even once.
A few applicants leaned forward.
"His glow… it's steady."
"Completely steady."
"Is he nervous at all…?"
The instructor raised an eyebrow.
"Good stability. Passed."
Cain withdrew his hand and stepped down.
No celebration.
No gasps of awe.
Just a clean pass.
Exactly what he wanted.
He stepped out of the hall, the cold air greeting him again.
Varr straightened when he saw him.
"How did it go?"
"Passed," Cain answered simply.
Varr nodded, though the relief in his breath made the air shift faintly.
"Good. Tomorrow is your second trial—the sword skill test and the elemental affinity assessment. Today was only the first threshold."
Cain glanced back toward the academy training grounds, where instructors reset the orb for the next batch. The banners on the walls fluttered with the movement of students and wind alike.
This was only the beginning.
A new path was opening—slowly, steadily, one test at a time.
And Cain would walk it without hesitation.
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SHORT HIATUS
Alright people, spare me some of your precious time to hear this Quick announcement from your Author:
I'm going on a mini-hiatus from Dec 15 to Dec 18.
Not dying, not vanishing, just taking a tiny power nap IRL so I can keep dropping quality chapters instead of cooked noodles. Trust me — you don't want sleep-deprived chapters where Cain randomly learns parkour or goblins suddenly start paying taxes.
I'll be back right after the 18th, fully charged, ready to continue Cain's rise.
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