************************LORTH MAGICIAN TEMPLE********************************** He deduced, "You're still healing, isn't it?" “I am not totally recovered,” Norval said with a smile as he removed his hand."  To get back into shape, I'll need some strength training and rehab, but at least I can stroll outside and breathe fresh air for a change". He said, "That hospital environment was getting to me, and I couldn't wait to get out." Norval's remarks brought solace to the receptionist.“Well, Mr. Norval, it's fantastic to see you back; I'm sure your friends have been waiting for you,” the receptionist remarked.He answered, "I'm pretty sure they are." Before the receptionist dug beneath his desk and took out a key, the two exchanged awkward giggles. It was supposed to reopen Norval's room, which had been empty since he returned from the trials.&

  *************************LORTH ARMY  BASE********************* “Don't worry, it's just the body regaining its strength. We had to use a lot of mutagen on you. I'm astonished you didn't die from the amount of blue fire in your system,” said the doctor.   Nelanian wiggled his feet and hands to see whether they were still there, but he couldn't feel them. He calmed down after he noticed the blankets moving; he hadn't lost them.   “Doctor, what's wrong with me?” he inquired. Before setting the clipboard down, the nurse gave him a long sympathetic look.   “Listen, this is going to be difficult to hear, but you need to know this for your own good. “You have a brain tumor!” exclaimed the doctor.   “Wait a minute!”   The nurse approached him and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, telling him what she had learned. Cecily stood outside the door for

We inquired of Nelanian as to whether you ever administered mutagen to him throughout his training. He showed us the medicines you provided him, which were examined and determined to contain traces of blue fire," Cecily explained further, pulling out other documents from underneath her grasp. Luciana's face was a picture of horror. The notion of their own principal attempting to assassinate his own student. "Is this true Mr. Starkridge? Tell us right now! " Luciana added her two cents to the interrogation.Mr. Starkridge slumped in his chair and sighed deeply. "Look at you, young detectives," he said, "so were you going to ambush me with this knowledge and hope for me to kneel and confess?" Of course, I was the one that gave him the blue fire," Cecily was on the verge of collapsing. She began to stagger as her legs began to lose power. Before she slid on the floor, the others ran to her and provided her with ancho

“I apologise if this causes any trouble; nonetheless, the circumstances were unexpected and unanticipated. Wardric simply left without warning, and with little time to work with, we didn't have many options to choose from, so the committee simply decided to proceed to the third and final phase of the trials, which does not involve the participation of foreign students,” the judge continued, flipping through the pages of a notebook he had brought with him.“And when will the trials' last phase begin? ” Luciana inquired. She had been deafeningly quiet for the majority of the time. She knew exactly why the proceedings were being handled with such carelessness: the whole thing had been rigged. Even though Jalon outshined her, the trials had already been completed and she had already been named the champion of Ithea. If the results had been released at that precise moment, Jalon would have been in first place, with her in second and Norval l

The villagers he passed through were as friendly as usual. They didn't let him walk by without welcoming him. He returned the courtesy by greeting everyone and anyone he met on his way. On the exterior, Nelanian appeared to be energetic and happy, but on the inside, he was in pain. The headaches were awful, but he seemed to be able to ignore them. When he arrived at the Old Man's homestead, he was greeted by Sam. " Are you up for another round of sword combat, Nelly?" little Sam asked. Nelanian hated it when he had to disappoint the kid. He sincerely wanted to play with him, but his body was in such bad shape that he couldn't even lift a wooden sword and swing it. He patted Sam on the head and told him the terrible news "I'm sorry, kid. I'm afraid I won't be able to practice with you today. Perhaps another time?"Sam's brow furrowed. "ok. Perhaps