Lucian sat at his desk, staring at the pages of his textbook without reading a single word.
Something was wrong.
His mind felt… clouded. Like there was something he should remember—but couldn't.
He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. This isn't like me.
His thoughts had always been sharp, especially ever since awakening his chronokinesis. But now, there was a gap—a void where something should be.
Was it stress? The fight with Darren had taken a toll on him, and the Tribunal's judgment had only added to it.
But no. This was different.
Something had happened last night. Hadn't it?
Yet, every time he tried to focus on it, his mind simply… slipped away.
Across the room, Elara's voice pulled him back to reality.
"Lucian?"
He looked up to see her watching him with a slight frown. "You look distracted."
Lucian hesitated. Should he tell her?
But what would he even say? I think I forgot something important, but I don't know what?
Instead, he shook his head. "I'm fine. Just thinking about my next step in training."
Elara didn't look convinced, but she didn't push.
"Speaking of training," she said, crossing her arms, "you do realize that after your fight with Darren, people are watching you even more now?"
Lucian sighed. Of course they were.
Darren was from an influential family, and despite losing, he had nearly overwhelmed Lucian with sheer brute force. And now, thanks to that battle, Lucian was no longer just another student at Aurelian Academy.
He was someone to keep an eye on.
The elites had noticed him. The faculty had placed him under observation. And Darren? That fight wasn't over.
Lucian exhaled. "Then I have no choice but to get even stronger."
Elara smirked slightly. "Glad you're finally taking this seriously."
Lucian rolled his eyes but grinned. "I've always been serious."
Elara gave him a knowing look. "We'll see."
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Unaware of the Mark
Elsewhere, deep within the Academy's hidden chambers, a conversation was taking place.
Professor Callen Dain stood alone in his dimly lit office, a single rune-glowing mirror in front of him. The mirror pulsed with dark energy as a voice echoed from within.
"The memory wipe was successful?"
Dain's lips curled into a smirk. "Of course. The boy doesn't even realize he met one of us."
The voice on the other end hummed in approval. "Then the mark is set. Lucian Vale is now unknowingly within our grasp."
Dain's eyes glowed faintly. "And when the time comes, he will be ours."