Revelation: The Dawn Of Celestial Magic

chaos outside was jarring. The air was alive with the hum of conversation, laughter, and hurried footsteps. Students moved in packs, their crisp uniforms and vibrant en

look at her, how they would whisper behind her back. But no

dimmed, the bright chatter faded, and all of a sudden, she felt like a target. Eyes tu

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ed here? I've neve

ay the layers she'd carefully put on to keep herself hidden. Her heart pounded in her chest as the weight of their s

ness in her chest, but she forced herself to move forward. She kept her head low, refus

her, giggling, their voices sharp and biting as they split int

ook special. How di

oks so.

omething, to snap back at their audacity, but her throat felt constricted, and the words got

lestia

ademy, not these students-just the book. If she could get her hands on it, prove her worth to the Dark

liar corridors, her gaze never lifting from the floor. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going-

intricate carvings on the walls or the towering windows that let in streams of golden light. Her steps quickened

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raised her hand to her face. The jarring collision had thrown her off balance, but it was more than just physical. She felt as though sh

er voice edged with irr

ridor seemed to hold its breath. He was tall, his posture straight and unyielding, the kind of posture that suggested strength and authority. His features were as sharp as a blade, his face striking and yet effortlessly aloof. Dark ha

er left her

something unsettling. She wasn't sure if it was awe, unease, or just sheer confusion at the feeling he invoked in her, but whatever it

voice smooth but cold, detached as though

as sharper than she intended, irritation flaring again. "You're the one who-" She stopped her

traightened her posture, trying to regain some d

gh it was unclear whether he was amused or just indifferent.

ing else, a voice called o

Don't leave

e knew that name. She r

dict

my's brightest star. He was a living legend here, not just because of his skill, but because of the unsha

aze returned to Dahlia, and for a moment, it lingered on her. That sharp, calculating look s

, before he turned and walked away. His long coat swirled around hi

humiliation welled up inside her. How dare he speak to her like that? But at the same time, she couldn't d

nge. Their eyes darted between her and Benedict, curiosity in their gazes, amusement flickerin

uldn't afford to dwell on what had just happened. The mis

her mind, a mark she couldn't erase. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but that naggin

beginning, she knew. Benedict Sole was just one of the many challenges she would face here. But f

ed to ignore the lingering unease gnawing at her. She had a mis