CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
It was impossible to not awaken on time, the early risers causing such a ruckus that it was impossible to not wake, even if one was a hell of a deep sleeper. If the non-Mages were surprised to see new additions to their numbers, they made no comment on it, thoroughly ignoring their existence. This was fine with Ceraun and the others, they were enemies with non-Mages anyway, there was no way to sugarcoat the fact that and the powerless race were more of a threat to their survival than magical creatures had ever been. “What did you give to Nygell?” Ceraun asked Adrik as they got ready for the day, putting on the uniform provided by the station. It was the finest tunic any of them had gotten to wear ever since they were captured and shipped off to Thrika, it had the King’s insignia emboss
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