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CHAPTER TWO — The Elite Class

  The Valtarian Battle Academy stood at the edge of the Sacred Valley, its towers rising high above mist-covered cliffs. Beyond those cliffs lay the reason the Academy existed at all:

  The Fountain of Life.

  A shimmering, ancient spring said to grant vitality, heal any wound, and even extend a mortal’s lifespan.

  But every drop taken from it stole a little life from the world outside—drying forests, weakening soil, dimming the sun.

  It was a blessing

  and a curse.

  Because of its power, countless warriors, mercenaries, and even corrupted Luminari and Umbrae sought to claim it. If the Fountain ever fell into the wrong hands, the world would wither into dust.

  That was why the Academy was created:

  To train the strongest warriors of every generation.

  To guard the Fountain.

  To protect the realms.

  And today, Nexael and Elyon were facing the first step toward that destiny.

  The arena roared with energy as students stood shoulder-to-shoulder, awaiting the start of the entry examinations. Elemental sparks lit the air. Weapons clanged. Instructors shouted orders.

  Elyon observed quietly, taking in every detail.

  Nexael cracked his knuckles, trying to hide his excitement.

  Each trial tested a vital skill needed to defend the Fountain:

  


      


  •   Combat ability

      


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  •   Magical control

      


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  •   Endurance and resilience

      


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  •   Tactical intelligence

      


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  •   Emotional stability

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  Many students failed before reaching the halfway point.

  But the brothers?

  They moved like forces of nature.

  Elyon’s precision stunned the instructors—every beam of light perfectly aimed, every movement controlled.

  Nexael, though playful, unleashed terrifying bursts of power, shaking the arena floor.

  By the final trial, whispers spread among the instructors:

  “Who are these boys?”

  “Prodigies… or something more?”

  “They fight like they were born for this.”

  When the rankings were announced, the arena fell silent.

  “Elyon Valehart — Elite Division. Rank A.”

  The crowd murmured.

  “Nexael Valehart — Elite Division. Rank A.”

  Gasps exploded across the arena.

  Two brothers entering the Academy.

  Two brothers rising straight into the Elite Class.

  Two brothers destined for more than anyone realized.

  Nexael nudged Elyon. “We passed!”

  Elyon only shook his head. “Try not to cause trouble.”

  The instructor raised a scroll.

  “Elite Class will now be divided into groups of five. Your team performance determines your standing. Each group will undergo missions relating to protection of the Fountain of Life.”

  Students straightened, tension thickening.

  “Team Seven,” the instructor called.

  “Elyon Valehart. Nexael Valehart.”

  The brothers stepped forward.

  “And joining them—Seraphine Aurelion.”

  A silver-haired mage with calm eyes stepped up, staff at her side.

  “Lyra Emberpaw.”

  A cat-woman with golden eyes and a mischievous grin bounced forward enthusiastically.

  “And… Ember Valeflare.”

  A girl with blazing red hair and a sword crackling with fire strode toward them. Her expression was cold, unimpressed.

  She looked the brothers up and down and scoffed.

  “Two boys in the Elite Class? Great. My group is ruined.”

  Lyra blinked. “Wow, that was rude.”

  Seraphine sighed quietly.

  Elyon remained emotionless.

  Nexael blinked in confusion.

  Ember turned sharply toward the instructors. “I trained my whole life for this. I won’t let dead weight slow me down—especially not boys who think they’re strong.”

  Students whispered:

  “That’s Ember, the fire sword prodigy."

  “She hates men—says they’re arrogant and weak.”

  “She’s ranked among the strongest of her entire division.”

  The instructor’s voice boomed:

  “Team Seven! You will train together. Fight together. And guard the Fountain together. Your strength as a unit will determine your future.”

  Nexael leaned toward Elyon. “She already hates us.”

  Elyon shrugged lightly. “Then let her. Reality will correct her soon.”

  Nexael grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

  Ember didn’t know it yet.

  None of them did.

  But this mismatched team—

  two brothers of impossible origin,

  a mage of rare talent,

  a feline warrior,

  and a fire swordmaster consumed by pride—

  would become the one group capable of changing the fate of the Fountain itself.

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