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Chapter 1226: The Selected Students
Professor Paterson then reached into his robe.
From within, he drew out a small case of obsidian glass. He opened it carefully, revealing six vials.
Three glowed with a dark, swirling mist…
The three were familiar with these and knew immediately that they were the Corruption Essence of the Demon. The other three with crimson light were definitely the Blood of the Demon.
But these weren't ordinary.
"These," Paterson said gravely, "are not from common fiends. They are from Demon Saints."
The three students froze, their eyes widening in shock.
"Demon Saints…" Amaya whispered as she knew that those beings are equal to Immortals.
Vin couldn't help but feel shocked. "That's… impossible."
Brannic, on the other hand, felt so excited right now.
"Professor… why would you give us these?"
Paterson's expression hardened.
"Because this is the condition. Vale has given me instructions. You have three months to improve your demonification spell using these vials. If you succeed… if you manage to transform close to a Demon Saints, you will be accepted as Vale's disciples and receive his true teachings."
The three exchanged glances… They were all excited.
Paterson leaned closer. "This must remain secret. No one outside this room can know. Do you understand?"
"Yes," they answered in unison.
"Good. Vale has also granted you access to the special training hall of the academy for three months. Within it lies the Animus Haven magic circle… It's a mysterious construct that enhances an Arcanist's insight, power, magic zones, spell casting, and other mystical means. It will guide you, but it will also test you. Do not underestimate it."
The three prodigies felt incredibly grateful for this chance.
"We will do our best!"
"We will not disappoint you."
"Thank you for this chance, Professor!"
Professor Paterson chuckled. "It's all because of your efforts. I'm just a messenger. Still, you have to make sure that you won't skip your classes. You must continue having good grades in all subjects."
***
Just like that, their daily lives changed.
At the very least, their routine in the afternoon to the late evening had been altered.
Every morning, they would still attend the Transformation Arts curriculum like ordinary students.
The first class was Arcane History, where they studied the rise and fall of ancient factions, the wars between realms, and the origins of transformation arts.
Amaya and the others promised to pass all these subjects, so they listened intently, absorbing every detail.
Amaya also often asked questions about the Demon Wars, though the professors gave only cautious answers.
Next was Magic Language Class, where they learned the Oardic and Ievada language that shaped spells. Vin excelled here. He often corrected classmates and knew very well that he wouldn't have a problem getting good grades.
Then came Fundamentals of Magic Zone, a class that taught them how to expand and stabilize their personal magic zones… the invisible domains where their power manifested.
Brannic struggled at first, his raw strength clashing with the delicate balance required. But with persistence, he began to stabilize his zone and make it bigger.
There were also many other classes that were only being taught once or maybe twice a week, and one of them was the Transformation Harmonization Class.
This class was where students practiced synchronizing beast forms with their human selves.
The irony was not lost on the three prodigies… while others struggled to harmonize with simple wolf or hawk forms, they had incredible talent within them and could easily pass the test. Still, they practiced diligently like any other students.
By midday, their classes ended…
In the afternoons, they would visit the clubs they had joined.
Apparently, Amaya surprised everyone by joining the Tea Appreciation Club.
She enjoyed the quiet ritual of brewing, the patience it demanded, and the subtle art of balance. She just knew that she would use this skill someday.
"Even warriors need calm," she said once while sipping delicately from a porcelain cup…
This was her most relaxing time throughout the whole day.
Vin, on the other hand, joined the Spirit Crafter's Club, fascinated by the art of binding Arcane Energy and Spells into tools and charms.
He was still a beginner, but he was slowly learning the skill during the Mystical Artifacts class.
Still, Brannic, to everyone's amusement, joined the Writer's Club.
His massive frame looked out of place among quills and parchment, but he confessed a secret dream…
"One day, I'll write books. Stories of battles, of heroes, of demons. Once I get popular, people will know my name, and even the future will remember me."
It seemed that he just didn't want to be forgotten.
These clubs gave them a break, and they would always take their time in such activities.
But as the sun dipped low, their true trial began.
At 5 p.m., they entered the special training hall.
The chamber was vast, and its floor was dominated by the Animus Haven magic circle.
Inside the Magic Circle, they would start their meditation and consume one drop of Corruption Essence and one drop of Blood of the Demon Saint according to the Professor's instructions.
The moment the liquid touched their tongues, it felt like it was burning as it slid down their throats.
Their hearts thumped loudly and their souls strained against the pressure of the demon corruption.
Amaya felt her instincts sharpen unnaturally…
'Patience… I must master patience.'
Vin heard some evil voices urging him to dominate, to rise above the others.
'I must not lose myself to arrogance.'
Brannic, on the other hand, kept being tested on his ability to restrain his desire to destroy things!
The Animus Haven circle pulsed with light, stabilizing their souls, revealing their weaknesses, and guiding their insight.
Each night was a trial for them...
Sometimes they trembled under the pressure, sweat dripping as the corruption pressed harder. Other times, they felt exhilarated, as if power was within reach. But always, they endured.
Days turned into weeks.
Their mornings were filled with lessons, while the afternoon club activities brought them something that would ease their hearts...
However, evenings belonged to the Animus Haven.
Slowly, their minds adapted, and all of this was seen by Vale's Avatar...