Chapter 45: WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT
Late at night, under the sleeping sky of Arcadia, whispers stirred behind closed doors. Though the crowd had dispersed and the lights dimmed across the arena grounds, the minds of the chosen remained restless.
Noah and Emily – Noble Inn Room
In a quiet room at a high-end inn reserved for tournament officials and healers, Noah sat in a velvet chair, staring across the table at his wife.
Emily poured herself a small cup of herbal tea, the steam curling between them in soft tendrils.
He leaned in, eyes wide. "You’re telling me... Logan has five affinities?"
Emily nodded slowly, her expression unreadable.
"Lightning, fire, air, water, and gravity," she whispered. "And he used at least two of them with Tier 1 expertise—close to Tier 2—while pretending to be at the very start of Tier 1."
Noah exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. "That boy... what in the gods’ name is he? I thought only our daughter was an exception. But looks like she is finally about to meet her match."
Emily didn’t respond immediately. Her gaze drifted toward the window, then toward the door—the one that had led to Logan’s recovery chamber just hours ago.
"He’s hiding it deliberately," she said. "But I don’t know exactly why. Maybe his family... maybe someone else. But it’s intentional. He said his father’s first wife doesn’t want him to be the focus. It’s logical, as her own son would lose the credibility to sit in the patriarch’s position. And he doesn’t want attention either."
Noah ran a hand through his hair. "This changes everything. If word gets out—"