Fran Magic Martial Academy, Training Field No.2 exclusively for junior students.
The air was filled with a faint Elemental Aura and the slightly awkward chanting of new students. Everything brimmed with vigor and vitality.
“Pay attention to Spirit Power guidance! The Spell Model must remain stable! Stable!”
A female instructor named Xiya was patiently guiding a group of new students.
Her expression was gentle, her voice like a spring breeze, yet at this moment, her gaze couldn’t move away from the small figure in the corner of the training field.
Lynn Viel.
Within just a few weeks, this name had become an unavoidable legend among all junior class students and instructors.
“For the next exercise, perform sequential casting of the three basic elements—Fireball, Ice Lance, and Wind Blade—targeting the three different targets ahead. Begin!”
With Instructor Xiya’s command, the other new students instantly became flustered.
They furrowed their brows, muttering incantations, desperately constructing the Spell Model for Fireball in their sea of consciousness, barely managing to gather a faint thread of scorching energy in the air.
But Lynn Viel simply closed her eyes quietly.
She recited no incantation. Her pale hands lifted before her, fingers splayed slightly, as if playing an invisible harp.
Without any warning, a blazing Fireball, a crystal-clear Ice Lance, and a sharp Wind Blade formed in the air before her—almost simultaneously!
“Whoosh—! Whoosh—! Whoosh—!”
The three distinct spells traced flawless paths, striking three distant targets with unerring accuracy in the blink of an eye—long before the other students could even finish casting their first spell!
“Boom!”
“Crack!”
“Ssshhh!”
The targets were scorched by fire, covered in frost, and sliced by Wind Blade.
The entire process was smooth and swift—faster than a single breath—radiating a suffocating sense of coordination and beauty.
“Oh my god… she finished in an instant again…”
“Is she a monster? We’re still building the Fireball model, and she already cast all three spells.”
“So this is a once-in-a-century genius… It’s so stressful to be in the same class as her.”
“Hmph, isn’t it just because of the Vice Principal’s favoritism? I heard she lives in the core area’s Emerald Court!”
Whispers of discussion rose among the crowd, mixed with awe, reverence, and barely concealed jealousy.
Lynn Viel slowly opened her eyes, ignoring everything around her.
In her clear gaze, only the flow of magical elements and the distant target she struck were reflected.
Instructor Xiya hurried to her side, staring at her calm, unperturbed face, her heart filled with shock.
She knew Viel’s talent was recognized by the Dean as a once-in-a-century prodigy, but this pace of progress could no longer be described as genius—it was more like an innate instinct, a natural mastery over magic!
“Viel, you did exceptionally well,” Xiya’s voice was gentle as water. “But always be mindful of Spirit Power consumption. Don’t overexert yourself.”
Lynn Viel raised her head, shaking it slightly at the concerned teacher.
“Thank you, Instructor Xiya… I feel fine.”
She replied softly.
On the Observation Deck on the second floor of the training field, Vice Dean Morton had witnessed everything.
Hands clasped behind his back, his deep gaze held both the satisfaction of discovering a rare treasure and an almost imperceptible heaviness.
He knew that such dreamlike growth was undoubtedly connected to Lin En.
After training ended, Lynn Viel didn’t interact with any classmates.
Her small figure passed alone through the bustling campus, moving skillfully toward the academy’s quietest area.
Special Care Ward.
She quietly pushed open the door, shutting out all the noise from outside.
Inside, her mother still lay quietly on the hospital bed, the Life-support Magic Array emitting a faint glow.
Lynn Viel set down her bag, fetched a basin of warm water, wrung a towel dry, and carefully wiped her mother’s hands and cheeks. Then she tucked the blanket in—all movements practiced to a painful degree.
Only after all this did she pull a chair to the bedside, sitting quietly, and began to speak to her comatose mother in her childish voice.
“Mom, today I learned how to cast three spells in a row. Instructor Xiya praised me…”
“The meadow cake in the cafeteria was delicious and sweet today, with a milky fragrance. When you wake up, I’ll bring you one every day, okay?”
She tried to create a relaxed atmosphere, as if her mother was only sleeping and might wake up to smile at her at any moment.
As she spoke, Lynn Viel’s voice gradually softened.
She closed her eyes. In her sea of consciousness, a small Face-centered Cubic Crystal Core shone softly.
She gently placed her small hand over her heart, then cautiously held her mother’s cold hand.
A special resonance quietly formed in that instant.
The crystal core’s extraordinary perception allowed her to faintly sense her brother Lin En’s presence.
It was a very distant, yet unmistakably familiar pulse—like a warm and resilient thread crossing unimaginable distance, connecting the two siblings.
She could feel her brother’s aura—stronger than when he left, like a deep ocean.
But within it, there was also a profound fatigue, as if he had just endured an earth-shattering battle.
“Brother…”
Lynn Viel murmured in her heart, her small brows furrowing with worry.
“In a faraway place… you must return safely.”
Since Lin En constructed the crystal core for her, she not only gained vast Spirit Power far surpassing ordinary people, but also an innate, powerful perception—able to easily sense things undetectable to others.
As dusk fell, the evening glow dyed the sky a warm orange.
Inside the ward, Lynn Viel still quietly held her mother’s hand.
Feeling her brother’s distant, powerful, yet weary aura, her gaze became more resolute than ever.
She looked at her mother’s bloodless face, pale from Wither Fever, and spoke softly but firmly:
“Mom, don’t worry. Viel will become very strong, just like brother.”
“In the past, it was brother who protected us.”
She paused, then, with a child’s innocence but the resolve of steel, made her vow:
“From now on, Viel can protect you and brother too.”
As her words fell, the crystal core in her consciousness, born from her “Guardian’s Obsession”, resonated with her pure, unwavering resolve like never before!
Buzz––!
A faint, yet incredibly pure Divine Light silently bloomed from her small hand clasping her mother’s.
Like the warmest spring water, the light seeped soundlessly into her mother’s withered arm, triggering no magic alarms.
A miracle quietly unfolded in a place no one could see.
On the hospital bed, the gray pallor of her mother’s face seemed to lose a trace of lifelessness under the sacred glow. Her chaotic breathing grew just a bit steadier.
The change was so subtle, it almost felt like an illusion.
But Lynn Viel felt it clearly!
The light vanished in an instant.
She stared in astonishment at her empty hand, then at her mother’s face, disbelief in her eyes.
Those bright eyes first held confusion, then ignited with a hope greater than ever before.
She understood!
The crystal core her brother left her wasn’t only for manipulating magic—it was a true source of power! A power capable of protecting family!
She held her mother’s hand more tightly and reverently, as if pouring all her warmth and determination into it.
At this moment, there was no childish weakness on her small face—only unwavering resolve.
“Mom, you must hold on. I can feel it. Brother is coming back soon.”
She whispered in her heart.
Her gaze drifted toward the distant sky outside the window, as if seeing a path toward the future—full of thorns, but also full of hope.
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