Chapter 13: The Battlefield of Titans
Kael woke up feeling absolutely unstoppable.
His body felt light, his mind felt clear, and for the first time since stepping into the Academy, he didn’t feel like he was just surviving. He felt alive. The blessing of his mother still flowed through his body, wrapping around him like an invisible forcefield. No tension. No exhaustion. Just pure energy.
From the foot of his bed, Cyrus, his ever-judgmental and loyal shadow cat, flicked his tail, watching him with glowing silver eyes.
"Why are you so happy in the morning?" Cyrus muttered.
Kael stretched, grinning. "Shouldn’t I be? I was trained by the great Orion Aetos himself. That practically makes me a champion already. If Zeus walked into my room right now, I’d challenge him to a duel—and win."
Cyrus let out a long sigh. "I give you five minutes before you run for your life."
"Love the support, buddy."
Before Kael could finish his argument, someone knocked at the door. Orion walked in like he owned the place, arms crossed, eyeing him with suspicion.
"You’re in a suspiciously good mood," Orion noted.
Kael fastened his Greek armor, adjusting the breastplate. "Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve been trained by the future king of Aetheros. I’d be ashamed if I didn’t at least hit the top 30."
Orion let out a quiet laugh. "You aiming for top 30, huh?"