From MC's Perspective:
As I stood in the dimly lit hall, the weight of Gilbert's question hung in the air. "So, when are you leaving?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of concern. His usual composed deanor seed a little strained today.
I shifted slightly, glancing at him and then to Carolina, who stood nearby, her arms crossed, her brows furrowed as she listened. "Dean told I can leave at any ti," I replied, my voice quiet but firm. "But the situation at the border is worrying ."
Carolina's eyes narrowed as if she was piecing sothing together. "No wonder... that's why you've been asking about the border situation." Her tone wasn't accusatory, but there was an unspoken worry laced in her words.
I nodded in response, my thoughts clouded with uncertainty. Gilbert and Carolina exchanged a glance, clearly understanding the gravity of the situation. The news of my possible departure had co so suddenly—it was only natural they'd need ti to process it.
Gilbert, ever the strategist, spoke after a pause. "I think it's better for you to wait and watch for a few days. If the situation at the border improves, then you can make a more inford decision about leaving."
"Okay," I agreed, though the weight of indecision still lingered. The conversation moved on for a few more minutes, touching on lighter matters, but the atmosphere remained tense. We soon left the Sub-Taboo Hall, each of us with our own thoughts. Gilbert and Carolina had their missions to attend to—tasks that required their full focus. But ? I was the only one without a mission right now.
As I made my way to the library, the thought gnawed at : What exactly awaited beyond the academy walls? The True Elents Society. Just thinking about the na sent a shiver down my spine. If I was to join their ranks, I needed to understand them, to know what kind of environnt I was stepping into.
Once inside the library, I headed straight for the information screen. My fingers hovered briefly before typing in the na of the academy associated with the True Elents Society. To my surprise, a list of travel notes appeared—a collection of writings from various elders and seniors who had journeyed through the lands where the academy was based.
Curiosity piqued, I made my way to the section where the notes were kept. The room was quiet, a faint musty sll filling the air as I stepped in. Rows of neatly organized books and scrolls stretched out before . I scanned the shelves until I found what I was looking for: a modest collection of worn, leather-bound volus, each one containing the experiences of those who had been to the academy.
I picked up one of the travel notes, its faded cover barely legible from years of wear. As I settled into a nearby chair, I placed the stack of notes on the desk before , selecting the one that seed the most promising. The pages were yellowed with age, but the writing was clear and precise.
The notes had been written a few decades ago—a blink of an eye in the life of a wizard. Ti held little aning for those imrsed in research or experintation.
A few decades were nothing, and so I assud that most of the information within the pages would still be relevant. These elders had seen things I could only imagine, their words a bridge to a world I would soon be part of.
With a deep breath, I began to read. Each word carried further into their world—the academy's halls, its strange customs, and the intricate workings of the True Elents Society.
I continued to delve deeper into the ancient to, my eyes tracing the intricate script. Ti seed to slip away as I beca engrossed in the tale. Initially, my expression remained neutral, but as I grasped the true extent of the True Elents Society, a gasp escaped my lips.
The society's territory was vast, equivalent to a small nation! For a mont, I questioned the veracity of the information, suspecting an exaggeration. However, I realized that only by reading the entire book could I form a definitive judgnt. With renewed determination, I continued my journey through the text.
anwhile, Gilbert, having recently graduated from the academy, had arrived in the capital on a mission to patrol the resource points of their institution. His first stop was the storage area of a trusted allied partner. As he entered, he decided to conduct a thorough inspection.
Presenting his identification, Gilbert began his examination of the premises. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old parchnt, and the dim light cast long, eerie shadows. As he moved deeper into the storage area, he heard a faint rustle. His senses heightened, he crept closer to the source of the sound.
To his astonishnt, he discovered two shadowy figures lurking in the shadows. Their cloaks were draped over their faces, obscuring their identities. With a swift movent, he vanished from his original position, reappearing before the intruders. The figures turned out to be level-6 wizards from a rival organization.
Although they weren't criminals, their act of spying was unforgivable. Gilbert understood that not only foreign powers but also internal forces were eyeing their Yellow River Academy's base.
"Shock Fist!"
He channeled his magic, his fist glowing with electric energy. In a flash, he appeared beside the level-6 wizards, delivering powerful blows to their chests. The impact sent them flying, their mouths bleeding profusely.
The air was filled with the sound of their screams and the crackle of electricity. Though he refrained from killing them, he ensured their injuries were severe enough to prevent future espionage attempts. The two injured wizards fled the scene, their mission foiled.
With the intruders dealt with, Gilbert continued his inspection of the storage area, his vigilance now even higher.
As ti passed, Gilbert continued to encounter wizards from various organizations spying on their resource points. This blatant provocation ignited a fire within him. Although he was forbidden to kill them, he was determined to teach them a severe lesson. Intense battles ensued, but none of the wizards could withstand the devastating force of his shock force magic.
Rumors of Gilbert Reese's prowess spread like wildfire throughout the capital. Those who had been eyeing the Yellow River Academy's other resources places were shocked and fled, their plans foiled. However, so opportunists sought to exploit the chaos, but they were not prepared to face the wrath of the academy's high-level wizards.
Even the most petty criminals were hesitant to challenge Gilbert Reese.
While the resource points were temporarily secured, these were rely short-term solutions. The three academies were heavily focused on controlling the border situation. Only by eliminating the external threat could they turn their attention inward. Until then, these small skirmishes would continue to plague them.
While these events unfolded, the other two academies were also closely monitoring news of Vincent Carey. They had dispatched multiple agents to the capital to gather intelligence on his whereabouts. The academies were prepared to strike with full force as soon as Vincent Carey reappeared. However, there was no sign of him yet, and their spies remained vigilant.
anwhile, within the library, I finished reading the travel notes. My heart was racing with a mixture of excitent and trepidation. The True Elents Society was far more powerful than I had imagined. A single organization could rival the might of the Sand Rock Country.
"Damn, there must be hundreds and thousands of wizards studying there," I muttered to myself, my eyes gleaming with a newfound respect.
I realized that I had grossly underestimated the wizard organizations in the Ancient Redwood Country. It was ti to reassess my perspective and acknowledge their formidable power.
"A single True Elents Society is this powerful," I mused, my mind racing. "I wonder how strong the other organizations must be." My thoughts drifted back to Cory Anderson, an heir of the Top family. Her family business, the Purple Chamber of Comrce, was a prominent force in the realm of trade and comrce.
I concluded that the power of her family must be comparable to that of the True Elents Society. As I pondered Cory Anderson, a flicker of excitent passed through my eyes. I recalled her mysterious and powerful bloodline.
"I wonder if I'll ever see her again," I thought, a hopeful smile spreading across my face.
Shaking my head to dispel the stray thoughts, I carefully placed the travel notes back on the shelf. I now had a basic understanding of the True Elents Society, and their imnse power left both intrigued and awed.
With a newfound sense of purpose, I stepped out of the section and prepared to leave the library. As I walked through the familiar corridors, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the adventures that lay ahead.
Then I started walking towards the dorm building.
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