The Tower of Magic Conference had concluded, but its echoes reverberated across the world like a seismic event.
The headlines were everywhere.
Arthur Nightingale, Chosen by Archmage Charlotte Alaric.
A Junior Conference Paper Surpasses Senior-Level Research.
Tower of Magic's Newest Protegé: A Rising Star or a Stolen Talent?
Rachel scowled at her phone, her sapphire eyes darkening as she read through the articles. Every single one of them boasted about the Tower, about how they had discovered a rare, unprecedented genius. As if they had nurtured him. As if they had any right to him.
Her shoulders twitched, her grip on the device tightening.
"Tch."
A low, irritated click of the tongue escaped her lips.
"How dare they try to steal him away?" she whispered, her voice trembling with quiet fury.
Because that's exactly what this was.
