Breakthrough

Four months had passed—and with them came two milestones that changed everything.

First, a letter.Neatly folded, sealed with Elora's unique wind-etched stamp.

"Hi Adonis, how are you doing. I'm fine here, though things gotten pretty rough. Don't worry about me you know me I can do anything. Though It's personal, but I'll solve it.In the meantime, keep improving, idiot.You still haven't caught up to me, and by the time we meet again, I'll be even farther ahead so don't slack off improve your support magic further, I'll be coming back soon the problem solved.

Typical Elora. Half-concern, half-smug.

Still… the letter brought a smile to his face.She hadn't forgotten. She was watching, in her own way.

"I guess I need to train further" Adonis thought

Second, after months of relentless training, pushing his body and mind to their edge, Adonis finally—

Broke through.

His mana core surged, expanding like a second heartbeat in his chest. It pulsed with stable power, his spells cast smoother, sharper. The pressure of his presence subtly changed.

Knight-level was behind him.

Aristocrat-level now firmly within his grasp.

He was 15.

And he had done it.

Evan Cloud had kept his word.

"You're ready," the old guildmaster said, nodding approvingly. "I've already sent the letter to Stellar Magic Academy."

Just hearing the name gave Adonis chills.

It wasn't just prestigious—it was mythic.A school where the top 1% of talents were polished into legends.Elora once joked that just standing at its gates made your magic stronger.

"And your letter of acceptance," Evan said, sipping tea, "will come soon. The Headmistress is a good friend of mine. She's… eccentric, but brilliant."

Adonis bowed respectfully. "Thank you. For everything."

Evan smirked. "Don't thank me yet. Just wait till you meet her."

But before stepping into the academy—

He had something important to do.

"Send the letter to my home," Adonis said. "I'll be away for a while. I want to… visit my family. Spend time with them before I leave the kingdom."

Evan nodded solemnly. "Good. A strong mage without roots becomes hollow. Never forget where you started."

Now after that, Adonis sat in a quiet carriage, wheels rolling smoothly over the cobbled road, the sky above painted in warm hues of the setting sun.

His Eclipse cloak remained dormant for now, folded in his bag—but he could feel it occasionally stir, as if excited for what was to come.

He leaned back, eyes closed, and whispered to himself:

"Mom… Dad… Sister I'm coming home."