Storm had been unconscious for days and the others were worried about him, including Xavier.Lucy kept thinking about when he would wake up every day. She was the most worried amongst the rest of them.They all came together in the mornings to check up on him and tell him how they were doing, in hopes that he was going to hear and wake up.No matter how much they were chased by the nurse, they came back and she became tired of chasing them off and instead let them be. They were after all, just worried for their friend.She saw the sadness in their faces whenever they came and made an exception for them as they stayed longer hours and came even when it wasn't a visiting day.Sometimes, Lucy came secretly to see him and she'd hold his hands and cry. There was a day Tana decided to visit him by herself, and just when she was about to enter the room, she saw Lucy sitting on the bed, her palms clamped together with his as she whispered things she couldn't hear and tears dropped from her ey

A small smile graced her lips as she walked out of the room. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before she achieved her goal, she was after all, her father’s daughter.Lucy breathed out in relief and Kave chuckled darkly.“Oh man, that was terrifying,” Keith spoke first and the others muttered in agreement.“Do you think this is about what happened at the spirit realm? I mean it has to be the only reason,” Tana pointed out and Storm sighed.Up close, she was terrifying and he still couldn’t figure out what her deal was and most especially why she was with Mr. Bradley.“The realm? You mean she saw the sword? There’s no way, it was gone before she even arrived,” Xavier blurted out. They had all agreed to keep it a secret from everyone else.When Elyon was about to strike Storm, the sword had disappeared, just in time for Lillian to appear.“What if she had seen it somehow,” Kave turned to Storm. “Didn’t you say she called you the system bearer the first time she saw you?”“

The sun beat down on the training grounds, relentless in its intensity. Lilliana's group stood before her, their faces set in determined lines. They knew what was coming – a grueling training session that would push them to their limits.As Lilliana began to instruct, her words were laced with a fierce determination that brooked no argument. The group launched into the exercises, their movements clumsy at first but gradually gaining precision as they warmed up. But it soon became apparent that this was no ordinary training session. Lilliana drove them relentlessly, her demands escalating in difficulty and intensity.Sweat dripped from their brows, their breathing grew labored, and their muscles screamed in protest. But Lilliana showed no mercy, her eyes flashing with a fierce glint that silenced any would-be complaints. The group exchanged fearful glances, their faces etched with exhaustion and despair.Time seemed to stretch into an eternity as they struggled through the exercises, t

Storm trudge wearily through the streets, his body aching from the grueling training session. He just wanted to get home, collapse onto his bed, and forget about the day's events. But fate had other plans.As he turned a corner, he was confronted by a group of familiar faces - the school bullies. They sneered at him, their eyes gleaming with malice."Well, well, look what we have here," one of them sneered. "The little warrior, all alone and vulnerable."Storm sighed, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Leave me alone, guys. I'm not in the mood."But the bullies wouldn't back off. They surrounded him, their taunts and jibes escalating into physical threats. Storm tried to reason with them, but they were beyond reason."Hey, Storm, you think you're tough, don't you?" one of the bullies smirk. "You think you can take on all of us?"Storm sighed, his eyes fixed on the ground. "I don't want to fight you guys. I just want to go home."But the bully wouldn't back off. "Oh, you're scared?

The boy's eyes widened in shock as Storm recognized him, his gaze frozen on the young warrior. For a moment, they stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, the Magebreaker's expression changed, his eyes narrowing as he sheathed his weapon."Follow me, Storm," he said, his voice firm but measured. "Or I'll take you back by force. The choice is yours."Storm's mind raced as he hesitated, weighing his options. He knew the Magebreaker was sent to capture him, and it wouldn't stop until its mission was complete. He couldn't fight it, not yet, not when he was still reeling from their last encounter.The Magebreaker's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if sensing his fear. "You know I'm stronger than you, Storm," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You can't escape me, but I'm willing to make a deal with you."Storm's curiosity piqued, he raised an eyebrow. "What kind of deal?"The Magebreaker smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "I'll spare your life, and the