Chapter 162: Your wife is going to divorce you!
Damon let out a sigh as he watched his family emerge from the sacred waters, radiating energy and newfound strength.
His father was flexing his arms, cracking his neck like an old warrior who’d just remembered how it felt to be twenty again. "I feel like I could bench press a bear," he said with a proud grin.
His mother gave him a disapproving look, but her smile softened it. "You look ridiculous."
His brother looked more grounded than Damon had ever seen him. He was still quiet, but there was a focus in his eyes now, a stillness that hadn’t been there before. When he glanced at Damon, he gave a simple nod, an acknowledgment between siblings, free of words.
And then there was Georgina. She walked out like a queen emerging from a throne room, as if she had unlocked some sort of secret hidden power.
Damon didn’t care. If she really did unlock something like that, then good for her and good for him. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about his brother and his niece in the new world.
Finally, the little girl bounded up the slope, dripping with lakewater and pure joy. "Uncle! Uncle!" she shouted. "It felt tickly! And warm! And sparkly! Can we do it again?"
Damon knelt down and wiped a few flower petals from her cheeks. "Not until you’re older, munchkin. Come, let’s first get out of here and then talk about things."
Damon led the group to the training hall in the city, where they could talk to individual class instructors and obtain better options for classes.
The Vermillion City training hall was nestled within a large, circular plaza adorned with runic statues and glowing trees. A towering spire stood at the center, with smaller buildings surrounding it, each one tailored to a specific combat or magical discipline.
Damon motioned for them to split up. "Why don’t you guys go ahead and go to the class hall you want? It doesn’t matter what class you want to pick. Your awakening will help you make better choices."