Princess Selene Yevannah. Lorehaven's pride. A girl with ice-lotus bloodline, rumored to have created her own cultivation art. Said to have eyes that glowed like silver flame.
Prince Rylen. A tactician. Calm, cold, ruthless. The youngest ever to defeat a Prime Master in a one-on-one simulated battle.
Wuxie tilted his head slightly. So, those are the ones they call heaven's favorites.
Kyle, meanwhile, stepped toward the board where a special instructor stood—an elder in violet robes. The elder bowed slightly.
"Prince Kyle, are you sure you wish to enter the Path of Bladewind despite having exemption?"
Kyle's voice was soft but resolute. "I will not stand above others who have not yet proved themselves. If I must wear the crown, I must earn it again."
"Very well."
A stroke of golden light flew up toward the board. Kyle's name appeared at the bottom in gleaming silver script: Kyle Ashenvyre, Abyssal Academy.
