Chapter 22: The Price of Arrogance
As Magus Selharen exited the classroom, his footsteps fading into the distance, a familiar arrogance made its way toward Corvin’s seat.
Nareth Vaelion stood beside him again, eyes gleaming with misplaced confidence and barely restrained disdain. His smirk was theatrical, his voice dripping with mock civility.
"Mercenary," he began, "you know what that word means? A tool. A blade for hire. A thing that can be bought."
Corvin remained reclined, eyes closed.
"What’s your price mercenary, how much gold should I throw at your feet to see you walk out of the Arcanum?"
There were a few hushed chuckles nearby. Several students turned to watch, hoping for the situation to escalate.
Corvin didn’t move, but his voice was sharp. "Tell me, duckling, what is the highest rank in your little family? Or shall I say barn, if you’re their finest, it’s insulting to even call it a house."
Nareth’s jaw clenched. The flush in his cheeks darkened.
"We have five Magus ranked members in our family," he shouted, louder than necessary. "My father is one of them! You’ll regret ever stepping foot into Umbraxis, mercenary!"
He tried to turn, preparing to storm off, but his body refused to move.
A few nearby students gasped, they saw the telekinetic weaves. Others quickly lowered their gazes. One or two had already darted from the room, no doubt eager to report the incident to Magus Selharen.