Chapter 7
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"Wake up… all of you, wake up."
One by one, we opened our eyes as the teachers stood outside our door.
"What’s happening?" I asked groggily. My mind was still foggy until it hit me—we had training today.
"Today is the day of the competition between camps," the teacher announced.
We quickly dressed in our uniforms—blue with white stripes running along the sleeves.
"Summer, we barely know anything. We don’t even know how to fly. Who would even want to team up with us?" Chan sighed.
Almost all the students here could fly. Each had their own unique abilities and strengths.
"Who cares? If it’s just the four of us, that’s even better," I muttered.
We made our way to what looked like a gym—the kind you’d see in the mortal world. It was massive, except there was no roof, only the endless sky. That made sense, considering most of the students here could fly.
"I practiced last night," Let suddenly said.
"And what did you manage to do?" Light asked, unimpressed.
"I can create light with my hands."
I rolled my eyes. Of course, she could—her father was an immortal. That gave her an unfair advantage.
Before any of us could say more, the entire crowd suddenly stood at attention. The atmosphere shifted the moment the headmaster arrived.
He was the one who trained us to fly. I was so close—I could almost do it. Just a little more!
"We will select five leaders," he announced. "These leaders will then choose their teammates."
Loud murmurs filled the space. The leaders would obviously be the strongest among us.
"Understood, sir!" we all responded in unison.
The headmaster began selecting students. The girl who had strangled Let before. A boy who always had a smirk on his face. That arrogant guy from another field. All of them were familiar.
Out of the 150 students gathered, the strongest ones were being picked—and no one was choosing us. It was infuriating. Just because we were newcomers? Unbelievable.
"What if we just form our own team?" Light whispered.
"Not like we have a choice. No one wants us anyway," Let muttered.
Then, one of the chosen leaders pointed at Let.
"You. I want you."
Let’s eyes widened, and she hesitantly stepped forward, clearly uncomfortable.
Then, another leader pointed—not at us, but behind us.
Disappointment sank in. Light clenched his fists in anger. Chan remained quiet, his face unreadable. Meanwhile, frustration burned inside me.
How were we supposed to improve if they kept looking down on us? We were nothing but outcasts here.
"Are all the teams decided?" the teacher asked.
"You four—are you just going to stay like that?"
I swallowed hard. "S-sir, perhaps… we could form our own team?"
A tense silence followed.
Then, the teacher laughed. Loudly.
"Are you out of your mind?" he sneered. "You are nothing compared to the others. Do you want to die?"
I flinched. "N-no, sir…"
Just then, a figure appeared in the middle of the gathering. Hands in his pockets, his presence alone sent a shiver through the air.
"The Lord!"
The teacher visibly paled. Everyone else—including the chosen leaders—dropped to their knees in reverence.
Let gasped as someone suddenly grabbed her and forced her down as well.
"Ow!" she yelped.
"My apologies," the person who grabbed her murmured. "But you must show respect."
"What brings you here, my Lord?" The teacher’s voice was laced with nervousness. "If you need anything, you only need to say the word."
I held my breath.
Then, he spoke.
"Master Hanus."
His voice was deep, commanding—undeniably masculine.
"Y-yes, my Lord!" The teacher bowed even lower. "Whatever you ask, I shall obey."
"Kill yourself."
A collective gasp echoed in the gym. Even the other teachers backed away in terror.
A sword suddenly materialized in Master Hanus’ hands. His eyes widened in shock as the blade moved on its own—slowly rising toward his own throat.
Was he really going to slit his own neck?
Then, just as suddenly, the Lord smirked.
"I'm joking."
Master Hanus exhaled sharply, relief flooding his face.
The Lord turned his head slightly—then fully faced us. A powerful gust of wind swept through the gym.
"I will join the competition," he announced.
The crowd erupted.
"He can’t!"
"That’s unfair!"
"He could defeat us all with a flick of his fingers!"
"He’s never joined before—why now?"
The murmurs didn’t stop.
Master Hanus hesitated. "My Lord… as you wish, you may choose your team."
The Lord raised his hand—then pointed straight at us.
A stunned silence followed.
Us?
Of all the powerful students here… why us?
I could feel the glares of the other students, mostly from the girls. They were furious.
The teacher turned to us and nodded. "Then it is decided."
My heart pounded wildly.
He was looking at me.
Why… why was he staring?
And why was my heart beating so fast?
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**LET’S POV**
After everything that happened, the mysterious Lord disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared.
I jumped when the guy who had chosen me shouted in my face.
"Do you even realize what could have happened? If he wanted, he could have killed you for disrespecting him!"
Was he angry?
I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist.
"Where do you think you’re going?"
"Let me go. I’m going back to my friends—"
"I chose you for my team, didn’t I? Or do you not like me?"
"What?!" I blurted.
"Do you seriously not know who I am?"
"Should I?" I raised an eyebrow.
He scoffed. "Every girl here is obsessed with me, and yet… you don’t even know my name?"
"I don’t, and I don’t care. Who are you anyway?"
His smirk faltered slightly before he straightened. "Kholus. My name is Kholus. I control water."
I swallowed. He suddenly looked serious.
"I’m Let. But I… I don’t have any powers yet."
"I can help you unlock them," he said smoothly before pulling me away.
Before I knew it, my friends were out of sight.
What a weird guy.
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**SUMMER’S POV**
"Why would he choose us?" I muttered, speaking to the butterfly on my finger. "We’re useless. We can’t even fight."
The butterfly suddenly flapped its wings and flew—landing on the back of a familiar figure.
Him.
Again?
He turned his head, catching my gaze, and smiled.
I refused to bow to him. We were both humans. We were both created by the same God.
"Once, I heard a prophecy," he murmured. "That I would one day fall at the hands of a woman."
I swallowed.
"Am I… seeing her now?" he continued.
My breath hitched as I took in his features up close.
His eyes were mesmerizing. A deep shade of green—like fresh grass.
"Are you the girl from my dreams?" he asked.
"What?" I whispered.
"Are you the woman who makes my heart ache every night?"
I didn’t understand him at all.
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