CHAPTER 64: PROTECTION REQUEST.

With her announcement complete, Instructor Valdris stepped back and gestured toward the three entrances they had all used to enter the arena.

"You are now dismissed to return to your respective blocks. Prepare well, and may the most worthy individual claim the ultimate prize."

The instructors began filing back up the grand staircase, which would presumably disappear again once they had departed. Their departure was as coordinated and impressive as their arrival had been.

The prospectives remained in the arena for several moments, still processing everything they had learned.

The magnitude of the opportunity and the intensity of the upcoming competition were almost overwhelming to contemplate.

Gradually, the three blocks began moving toward their respective exits.

The earlier hostilities had been replaced by a different kind of tension; the awareness that they would soon be competing directly against each other for the most prestigious prize any of them had ever had the chance to win.

As Block B prospectives filed toward their entrance, conversations buzzed with excitement and nervous energy.

Everyone was already beginning to plan their preparation strategies and consider their chances in the upcoming tournament.

They had just five days to prepare themselves and ensure they were ready enough to stand out amidst the other thousands of prospectives!

Ren walked among his block companions but found his mind already racing ahead to the challenges that awaited.

The Inter Block Tournament represented everything he had been working toward, and couldn’t have come at the right time.

By the time Ren emerged from the hidden arena and returned to the familiar corridors of Block B, his determination had crystallized into clear purpose.

The Imperial Class placement wasn’t just an opportunity, it was now his primary objective.

He bid quick farewells to Mirabella and Lia, both of whom seemed lost in their own thoughts about the tournament announcement.

The three of them would likely spend the next five days in intensive preparation, each pursuing their own path toward readiness.

Especially Mirabella, she barely gave them a nod of acknowledgment before vanishing into the distance at top speed.

Her determination was almost frightening!

Without hesitation, Ren headed directly toward the training areas as well. Five days wasn’t much time to prepare for such a significant competition, but he intended to use every available moment to maximize his chances of success.

The training facilities would become his second home over the next few days. Every skill he possessed would need to be sharpened, every weakness addressed, and every advantage explored.

The Inter Block Tournament would demand everything he had to give, and he was determined to be ready.

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Somewhere on the surface...

The Lightweave family’s private sanctum existed in a realm well protected, accessible only through ancient weaving techniques passed down through generations.

Crystalline walls stretched impossibly high, their surfaces reflecting infinite patterns of light that danced and shifted with each breath taken within the sacred space.

The air itself seemed to shimmer with power, charged with magical energy that made every hair stand on end.

At the center of this magnificent chamber stood a circular table carved from a single piece of prismatic crystal.

The table’s surface contained swirling galaxies of light that moved in slow, hypnotic patterns, each one representing different streams of information flowing through the sovereignty’s political networks.

Around this table sat seven women, each one a pillar of power within the Lightweave family hierarchy.

Lady Seraphina Lightweave occupied the seat of honor, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid moonlight.

Her eyes held the depth of centuries, and when she spoke, reality itself seemed to bend slightly to accommodate her words.

She wore robes of pure white that seemed to generate their own illumination, marking her as the family’s current matriarch.

The other six women represented different branches and specializations within the family structure.

Lady Celeste managed their intelligence networks, her fingers constantly weaving small patterns in the air that sent messages across vast distances.

Lady Aurora controlled their financial interests, her mind calculating profit margins and political investments with mechanical precision.

Lady Nova supervised their magical research, her eyes glowing faintly with the power of experimental techniques.

Each woman possessed the distinctive Lightweave features: pale skin that seemed to glow from within, hair in various shades of silver and white, and eyes that shifted color depending on the light.

Their beauty was otherworldly, enhanced by generations of magical bloodline refinement that had elevated them beyond normal human limitations.

Chime!

A gentle chime echoed through the sanctum as the dimensional barriers parted to admit their guests.

Lady Miranda Frostweave entered first, her bearing regal despite her youth, followed by three elder women whose presence commanded immediate respect.

The temperature in the chamber dropped noticeably as their ice-aligned magic interacted with the light-based energies already present.

Lady Evangeline Frostweave, Miranda’s grandmother and the family’s senior representative, moved with the grace of winter itself.

Her white hair was styled in an elaborate arrangement that seemed to contain actual snowflakes that never melted.

Her dress appeared to be woven from frozen starlight, creating patterns that shifted like ice crystals forming on a window.

Behind her walked Lady Cordelia and Lady Isadora, both aunts to young Miranda and formidable weavers in their own right.

Their synchronized movements spoke of decades working together in perfect harmony, their magic so intertwined that they often finished each other’s sentences without realizing it.

The Frostweave delegation took their seats at the crystal table with practiced elegance.

The mixing of light and ice magic created spectacular visual effects as their energies swirled together, forming aurora-like patterns in the air above the table’s surface.

Lady Seraphina inclined her head respectfully toward her counterparts. "Welcome, sisters of the Neutral Faction," she said, her voice carrying harmonics that resonated through the crystalline walls.

"We gather today to discuss matters of utmost importance to our shared interests."

Lady Evangeline’s ice-blue eyes studied the swirling patterns in the crystal table’s surface.

"The young man grows stronger each day," she observed, her breath creating small clouds despite the chamber’s magical climate control. "His progress exceeds even our most optimistic projections."

"Indeed," Lady Seraphina agreed, gesturing subtly so that new images appeared in the table’s depths.

"Our sources within the side blocks report that his magical development continues to accelerate. The tournament announcement has only intensified his training regimen."

The images showed Ren in various training scenarios, his silver eyes focused with determination as he practiced his techniques and weaves.

The women studied these scenes with the intensity of scientists observing a rare phenomenon, noting every detail of his progress and potential.

Lady Celeste leaned forward, her fingers weaving information streams that updated the visual display.

"However, we must consider the broader implications of his unprecedented nature. The first male weaver in recorded surface history will inevitably attract attention from all factions."

Lady Aurora nodded gravely. "The Traditionalists view him as an aberration to be eliminated. The Progressives see him as a tool for advancing their agenda. We alone recognize his true value as a stabilizing force for the neutral position."

Young Miranda listened intently to the discussion, though her expression remained carefully neutral.

Her recent observations of Mirabella’s interactions with Ren had given her unique insights into his character and capabilities, information that would prove valuable to her family’s strategic planning.

Lady Nova spoke up from her position at the table. "Our intelligence networks have detected increased activity from the Bloodweave faction. They appear to be taking a more active interest in the boy’s development than we initially anticipated."

Lady Seraphina’s expression grew more serious as she prepared to reveal the true purpose of this gathering.

"Which brings us to today’s primary agenda," she said, her voice dropping to a tone that commanded absolute attention. "We have determined that additional protective measures are necessary."

She gestured, and the crystal table’s surface shifted to display a complex web of connections and relationships.

"However, convincing our allies to implement these measures requires... compelling evidence of their necessity."

Lady Evangeline’s eyes narrowed slightly as she began to understand the implications. "What kind of evidence are you proposing to provide?"

"The kind that will ensure young Ren receives the protection he deserves," Lady Celeste answered smoothly.

"We have prepared a series of incidents that will demonstrate the very real threats he faces from traditionalist elements."

The images in the table shifted to show detailed plans and prepared evidence.

Lady Seraphina began explaining each element with the precision of a master strategist outlining a complex campaign.

"First, we have arranged for the protective formations around the side blocks to detect mysterious figures near the dormitories," she said.

"These will be our own agents, carefully disguised and employing Bloodweave magical signatures to create authentic readings."

Lady Aurora continued the explanation. "Second, we have prepared intercepted communications that discuss Ren’s ’anomalous nature’ in threatening terms.

These messages will appear to originate from known Bloodweave operatives and will contain enough accurate information to seem genuine."

Lady Nova added her contribution. "Third, our intelligence network will report on traditionalist meetings where Ren’s elimination is allegedly discussed. We have prepared transcripts and witness testimonies that will paint a convincing picture of organized opposition."

Lady Evangeline studied the proposed evidence with the analytical mind that had made her one of the most respected figures in the Neutral Faction.

"You’re asking us to base our protective requests on fabricated threats," she said carefully.

"We’re asking you to recognize that the threats are very real, even if the specific incidents are... enhanced for clarity," Lady Seraphina replied diplomatically.

"The Traditionalists truly do view Ren as a threat to their worldview. We’re simply providing concrete evidence of what they would do if given the opportunity."

Lady Cordelia spoke for the first time since arriving. "The boy’s safety is paramount," she said, her voice carrying the chill of absolute conviction.

"If creating false evidence ensures his protection, then perhaps the deception serves a greater truth."

Lady Isadora nodded in agreement. "The stakes are too high to rely on hope and good intentions. If we wait for genuine threats to materialize, we may be too late to prevent tragedy."