Chapter 15

Julian stood in the center of the training yard, the world reduced to the rough fabric of a blindfold pressing against his eyes. He focused on the hum of the air, trying to filter out the distant sounds of Northwood and isolate the specific, shimmering weight of mana. A soft *woosh* cut through the silence. Julian felt a ripple of energy approaching from above. "Left," Julian said, his voice trailing off with uncertainty. "Wrong," Arthur barked, his tone flat and utterly disinterested. Julian...