Chapter 17: Alexander’s plot

News of Xavier York's victory at the Outer Core Invitational spread rapidly across the academy, igniting conversations in every corner. The astonishing rise of the common-born farmhand to triumph over formidable opponents, including members of noble families, had turned him into a symbol of defiance against the entrenched hierarchy of the academy. Among those who took notice, however, not all were pleased.

In the lavish quarters reserved for the inner core disciples, Alexander Reyes, elder brother of, Colby Reyes, sat seething in his private chamber. The polished walls of his suite reflected the flickering light of enchanted candles, their glow doing little to mask the storm raging behind Alexander's sharp, calculating eyes.

Colby's death had been a public humiliation. Not just for him, but for the Reyes family, whose pride rested heavily on their carefully curated reputation for dominance and control. For someone like Xavier, an unranked upstart with no lineage, to best a scion of their house in front of the Luminary academy's elite was a blow Alexander could not tolerate.

In the opulent quarters reserved for inner core disciples, Alexander sat silently in the center of his meditation chamber. His usually calm and disciplined aura was shattered, replaced by a seething darkness that clung to him like a second skin. His jaw tightened as he replayed the details of the match that had taken his brother's life.

Colby's final moments had been the subject of whispers throughout the academy. The sheer ferocity of Xavier's last attack, a devastating surge of soul energy imbued with the flames of the Infernal Soul Blade, had overwhelmed Colby.

Alexander clenched his fists, his spiritual energy flaring uncontrollably, causing cracks to spread across the marble floor beneath him. "Xavier York," he muttered under his breath, each word dripping with venom. "You've stolen from me. Taken my blood, my family's pride, and left a stain on our name. I will return the favor tenfold."

Alexander wasted no time. He summoned a handful of trusted allies—other inner core disciples and a few influential figures within the outer core. Each one had their own reasons for disliking Xavier, whether it was jealousy, family loyalty, or simply the desire to curry favor with the powerful Reyes family.

"There's a commoner in the outer core who's growing far too ambitious for his own good," Alexander told them, his voice measured but menacing. "We're going to remind him of his place. But remember, this has to look like it came from his own weakness, not from us."

One of his allies, a cunning young woman named Selene, smirked. "A few well-placed rumors could do wonders. If the right people start questioning his rise, it'll put him under constant scrutiny. The pressure alone might break him."

Another ally, a burly warrior named Marcus, cracked his knuckles. "Or we could arrange for him to take on a mission beyond his skill level. Something dangerous enough to take him out of the picture for good."

Alexander nodded, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Do both. Spread the rumors, plant seeds of doubt among the elders, and see to it that he's assigned the most perilous missions available. If he's foolish enough to attempt the tower, we'll ensure he doesn't make it far."

Unaware of the storm brewing against him, Xavier focused on honing his skills. The newfound attention following his victory had brought both admirers and detractors. While many outer core disciples respected his tenacity, others were openly hostile, spurred on by the whispers of his unearned success and potential favoritism from the head elder.

Jessica, ever perceptive, noticed the shift. "You've been making waves, Xavier," she said one evening as they sparred in the training grounds. "But waves attract sharks. You need to be careful."

Xavier wiped the sweat from his brow, his expression thoughtful. "I know. I can feel the tension every time I walk into a room. But I can't stop now. If I back down, they'll see it as weakness."

Jessica nodded, her gaze firm. "Then we'll face it together. Just… don't let them bait you into something you're not ready for."

Xavier and Jessica, joined by their three close friends—Eddie, Mara, and Felix—gathered after their morning classes to share what they'd learned and discuss the rumors spreading about Xavier. The five of them were becoming a close-knit group, their bond forged through the trials of the tournament and the challenges of the academy.

During their studies, they attended various lectures: Eddie, always drawn to brute force techniques, immersed himself in classes on enhancing physical prowess through spiritual energy. Mara honed her agility and keen wind manipulation, focusing on speed and precision. Felix, the most studious of the group, took meticulous notes on spiritual arrays and formations, determined to master their complexities. Meanwhile, Jessica delved into energy control techniques, refining her use of precise, overwhelming attacks, while Xavier explored broader strategies and combat tactics.

During a break, they gathered near the training fields, where whispers about Xavier's meteoric rise filled the air. Mara smirked. "The whole academy is buzzing about you, Xavier. Some are impressed, others… well, let's just say they're looking for cracks in your armor."

"Let them look," Eddie said with a grin. "If they try anything, they'll have to deal with us too."

Felix adjusted his glasses. "Not everyone is happy about your success, though. I overheard some inner core disciples mentioning how rare it is for someone to advance as quickly as you have. They seem… intrigued."

Jessica frowned. "Intrigued is one thing, but if they see him as a threat, they won't hesitate to test him. You'll need to stay on guard, Xavier."

Before Xavier could respond, a head elder approached, his long robes flowing as he made his way toward the group. His stern expression commanded attention, and all five friends instinctively straightened up.

"Xavier York," the elder began, his deep voice echoing with authority, "your progress has reached the ears of every headmaster at this academy. In all my years, I've never seen a student ascend the ranks as swiftly as you. Such potential must be tested."

The elder paused, his piercing gaze sweeping over the group. "You have one day to prepare. Tomorrow, you will enter the Tower of Enlightenment. No exceptions."

Jessica stepped forward, concern etched across her face. "Elder, is he allowed to bring others with him? The tower is said to be perilous."

The elder shook his head. "Traditionally, the tower tests individuals. However, exceptions have been made in rare cases. If you wish to enter as a group, it must be decided before you begin. But remember, the tower adjusts its challenges based on the strength of those who enter. Do not take this decision lightly."

Xavier nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "Understood, Elder. I'll be ready."

The elder handed Xavier a golden token, its intricate carvings shimmering in the sunlight. "This will grant you access. Use the time you have wisely."

As the elder departed, the group exchanged glances. Eddie broke the silence. "If you're going in, we're going with you. No way are we letting you face something that dangerous alone."

Mara grinned. "Besides, it's not every day we get a shot at the Tower of Enlightenment. Who knows what kind of rewards we might find?"

Felix nodded thoughtfully. "The tower's challenges are legendary, and they're said to reveal hidden potential. If we can combine our strengths, we might achieve something extraordinary."

Jessica placed a hand on Xavier's shoulder. "Whatever you decide, we're with you. But this isn't just about proving yourself. It's about survival and growth. Don't push yourself too hard."

Xavier smiled at his friends, gratitude filling his heart. "Thank you. Let's use today to prepare and decide together. If we're doing this, we're doing it as a team."

With the decision looming, they spent the rest of the day honing their skills, determined to face whatever awaited them in the mysterious tower.