Chapter 21: WRATH
Finally, on the third day, the Peasants' Awakening Ceremony had come to an end.
Out of the thousands who had shown up, half were gone — either rejected, hurt, or humiliated beyond belief. The weak had been discarded. The ceremony was over.
In the royal palace, the King of Velomra sat on his high golden throne, a sly smile on his lips.
> "This is how it was supposed to be,"
he whispered, satisfied.
This was order.
This was control.
The commoners knew their place — at the bottom.
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Far in the northern region of Velomra, not too far from Quad Academy, the air was colder, and the sky above was painted in shades of late afternoon.
On a cobbled street, outside the academy's massive golden gate, stood a young man — tall, lean, calm-faced, but with eyes burning like wildfire.