Chapter 44: Shadows on the Horizon
A week passed since that day in the arena — a week of sweat, bruises, laughter, and relentless training that blurred one sunrise into the next. The Divinia Class had fallen into a new rhythm, one that balanced raw power with sharpened precision. Every dodge, every clash of spell against spell felt less like chaotic survival and more like choreography — imperfect, but purposeful.
And now, that rhythm was about to be tested again.
The heavy oak doors of the Strategy Hall groaned as we pushed them open. A circular chamber unfolded before us — walls lined with ancient banners from every kingdom of Magus Mundo, their faded sigils illuminated by runes that pulsed like slow heartbeats. At the center, a massive crystalline table projected an illusionary map of
