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nDinner ended up being a great mistake for Atticus, and there was only one person to blame—Caldor.

nHis single question had shifted the entire family’s attention to Atticus’s academy life. Anastasia had persisted in asking him to share everything about his time there, and Atticus ended up being the one talking throughout dinner.

nThe rest of the family laughed and chimed in with questions, much to his chagrin. Every chance he got, Atticus threw a dirty glare at Caldor, which made the boy gulp. If there was one thing about Atticus, it was that he was vengeful.

nAtticus eventually had to tell them about Zoey, though he made sure to keep his rejection a secret.

nEven he had his limits on embarrassment. He could already imagine their reactions—Anastasia and Zelda trying to comfort him, Ethan and Avalon telling him to man up, and Magnus probably just staring in silence. The once tense dining room was soon filled with laughter and excitement, and for the first time in a while, they started to feel like an actual family again.

nWhen dinner ended, Atticus left the dining room and headed toward his room. He had planned to wait outside for Caldor, but it seemed the boy had anticipated what would happen if he ran into Atticus at that moment. Caldor wisely made sure to disappear quickly.

nAs Atticus walked, the fire molecules in front of him suddenly ignited, and Avalon materialized with a serious look on his face.

nAtticus remained calm as Avalon approached. When Avalon reached him, he abruptly stretched out his right hand for a handshake.

nAtticus hesitated for a second before reluctantly accepting it.

n“Thank you,” Avalon said, before ruffling Atticus’s hair with his left hand. After locking eyes with him and offering a nod and a smile, Avalon turned and walked away.

nAtticus smiled brightly as he watched his father leave. ‘I’m glad it worked.’

nAs Atticus continued on his way to his room, he encountered another figure standing in his path—Magnus.

nMagnus stood with both hands behind his back, staring at Atticus calmly. The two locked eyes for a few seconds before Magnus finally spoke.

n“We begin training tomorrow. Get ready.”

nWith that, Magnus disappeared, leaving Atticus with an even brighter smile than before. Atticus soon reached his room and immediately went to sleep.

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nThe next day came quickly, and Atticus began his training with Magnus. There were only five days left until the Nexus event, which loomed dangerously close.

nInstead of teaching Atticus new techniques, Magnus focused on refining what Atticus already knew. He pushed Atticus to use his elements and refine the formation of his domain, while occasionally sparring with him to keep him sharp.

nAs the days passed, Atticus also received devastating news—he learned about Dekai’s death. The grief hit him hard, so much so that he had to take a brief pause to gather his thoughts.

nBut after some time, Atticus regained his composure. Only this time, the determination in his eyes had grown even stronger.

nTime passed, and soon only three days remained until the Nexus event. Atticus walked quietly alongside Magnus through the Ravenstein estate.

nThey eventually reached a door Atticus was all too familiar with—the Ravenstein family library.

nAs the door to the library opened, Magnus turned toward Atticus.

n“It’s time you learn about the other races in Eldoralth.”

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nA lone figure stood atop a floating island, his silhouette framed by the chaotic expanse of the Dimensari domain.

nThe ground beneath his feet rippled and twisted as the fabric of space bent, dimensions folding into each other and unraveling in an eternal dance.

nHis silver hair caught the shifting light of the dimensional rifts, glowing faintly against his translucent skin.

nThough the figure was youthful in appearance, his eyes told a different story—ancient, cold, and burdened with the weight of centuries.

nAround him, the air vibrated with the tension of his power, the very space bending in his presence.

nThe island itself seemed unnaturally still in comparison to the chaotic surroundings, held in place by the immense gravity of his will.

nThe figure’s gaze was distant, as if peering into countless possibilities that only he could see.

nA presence approached carefully from behind, barely managing to keep steady on the ever-shifting ground.

nThe man, a warrior of the Dimensari, slowed his steps as he neared the figure, his body trembling under the pressure radiating from the youth.

n“My lord,” the subordinate began, his voice shaky but filled with respect, “the elders are waiting. They wish to discuss the Veriatega Nexus with you.”

nThe youth remained still, his gaze still lost in the infinite dimensions swirling below. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth, yet it carried a weight that made the subordinate flinch.

n“The Nexus…” he said softly, his tone laced with indifference. “What they wish to discuss is futile. What will happen has already happened.”

nThe subordinate hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly. The pressure in the air grew, the dimensional rifts crackling with energy, responding to the will of their master.

n“But, my lord… they believe a strategy is necessary. The other races—”

n“The other races are bound by the linear flow of time,” the youth interrupted, finally turning to face him.

nHis silver eyes shimmered, reflecting infinite routes of realities, as if he could see through the very fabric of the world. “We are not.”

nThe subordinate took a step back, the weight of those words settling heavily on his chest. He knew better than to question the Apex, yet the fear of not conveying the elders’ message gnawed at him.

n“They insist—”

n“And yet,” the youth continued, ignoring the interruption, “they fail to realize that no matter how many paths they plan, I have already walked them all. Victory is not earned through preparation. It is inevitable.”

nThe subordinate swallowed hard, feeling the raw power radiating from his Apex, the intensity growing with every word.

nThe youth was just 18 years old, yet he was already so overwhelmingly powerful that he made a grandmaster like himself tremble uncontrollably.

nCairon Velarius. The apex of the Dimensari race.

nCairon turned his gaze back toward the endless expanse of dimensions, the rippling rifts quieting in response to his calm, controlled aura.

n“Tell them this: their concern is misplaced. The Nexus will unfold as it must. Their part is to simply play the role given to them in this reality.”

nThe subordinate’s legs nearly buckled under the pressure, but he quickly bowed, not daring to linger any longer in Cairon’s presence. “Yes, my lord. I shall convey your message.”

nAs the subordinate turned to leave, Cairon’s right hand brushed the ordinary-looking sword hanging at his waist, and it immediately responded, vibrating with intensity. Cairon’s mind wandered elsewhere, traversing realities that no one else could comprehend.

nThe Dimensari.

nThe Dimensari race were masters of the dimensional arts, living in a state of fluidity—existing in multiple realities at once. Their culture was unlike any other.

nFor the Dimensari, time was not a linear path but an endless web of possibilities, all coexisting simultaneously. They were a people of paradox, their lives filled with decisions they had already made and yet to make.

nThe Dimensari possessed the innate ability of Dimensional Shifting, allowing them to manipulate and interact with multiple dimensions at once.

nThey couldn’t predict future events or outcomes based on foresight or prophecy, but through their shifting abilities and access to multiple realities, they could observe different possible outcomes in real time or make decisions based on the probabilities of events across dimensions.

nThe Dimensari were one of the superior races of Eldoralth, and their Apex, Cairon Velarius, was prepared for the Veriegeta Nexus.

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