The Turning Point Of The Story

Albus sat alone beneath the towering tree in the secluded garden, his shoulders slumped in defeat. His face bore fresh bruises, a silent testimony to the torment he endured. He was lost in his thoughts, drowning in his misery, when a voice suddenly broke the silence behind him.

"Bullying seems to be becoming common here, doesn't it?"

Albus turned toward the voice, and the moment his eyes met the speaker, he froze.

Maldrak.

The man stood there with a charming smile, dimples deepening on his sculpted cheeks. His curly hair fell in effortless waves, framing his strikingly handsome face. His tall, well-built frame radiated power. six feet of raw dominance wrapped in a magnetic aura. At first glance, anyone would be drawn to his charisma.

But Albus knew better.