The Gamble of Masters

The tent belonging to the Akrest Clan stood second only to the towering tent of the Sect Leader.

This meant that with a little focus, one could catch a glimpse of what was happening between the tents of Aetheris and Aiden

Ebon sat inside the tent, sharing drinks with Gideon, the Sect Leader, and Magnus, the head disciple.

But Thorn was different.

he sat upright, his gaze firmly fixed on Aiden's tent.

And then, purely by coincidence, he saw something intriguing.

Jace quietly entered Aiden's tent.

Shortly after, Aiden emerged just as discreetly.

"Well now, things are getting interesting," he muttered with a smirk.

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"Senior Brother, are you here?"

"That voice… it's you, Aiden. What brings you here?"

The response was curt and icy.

Aetheris had clearly not forgotten the incident in which he had been humiliated after Aiden refused to hand over his disciple.