Sanctum of Valor Academy

Chapter 2- Hiraek's Lair

02

WITHIN THE SANCTUM'S SACRED BOND,
A RULE REVERED, FOREVER FOND:
Give your most precious, without a sigh,
In Hireaek's presence, your soul shall fly.

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The unyielding power of the wind quickens my heartbeat, and in this moment, I find myself embracing an enigmatic rider whose identity remains unknown.

I hold on tightly, afraid to let go, knowing that any misstep could result in my death once again.

Every step I take, every breath I inhale, carries the weight of life and death.

One misstep, one wrong decision, and I could be dragged back into the abyss from which I emerge.

Do I actually survive the Ascension Rites and escape death?

This is my first time riding such an enormous creature, and the sheer magnitude of it overwhelms me. Shouldn't I be thankful that this enormous creature we ride comes equipped with a specially designed seat that ensures my protection while on its back? It snugly fits and minimizes any risk of me slipping or falling. It is also equipped with additional features such as harnesses and straps.

But even so, the nerves consume me from within, and deep down, I realize that being on this creature's back is far better than witnessing other entrants being snatched by colossal dragons, as if they were insignificant worms plucked from the ground. I am truly fortunate that someone offered me this rare opportunity to ride alongside him.

As we soar through the sky, my eyes widen in awe at the breathtaking view beneath me. From this vantage point, I can see the distinct borders of Elavthara's provinces and the colossal protective wall surrounding our Kingdom. It is my first time seeing it all like this, and I can't help but be amazed.

The maps I studied with Eroz before arriving in Kynburgh are spot on. The sense of excitement and awe overwhelms me as I look at the borders and recognize the descriptions Eroz has shared with me.

As I observe the borders, memories of Eroz's descriptions flood my mind.

"Kynburgh, known as the jewel in Elavthara's crown," Eroz says, his voice filled with wonder.

The sight of the province standing tall, with the Kingdom of Elavthara nestled within its grand fortress.

Shifting my gaze to the east, I can't help but feel intrigued by the mystique that surrounds it. This must be the border of Lusadh, the Land of Stone. Eroz's words echo in my thoughts.

"This province is famous for its mastery of weapon-crafting and the incredible ability to manipulate earthquakes," he had told me. The very thought of such immense power and control over the earth fills me with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

And then, turning my attention northward, I find myself captivated by the enchanting province of Nivoryn. Its lush forests and vibrant wildlife paint a picture of harmony with nature.

Eroz's voice echoes in my mind once again.

"Fire, do you know the people in Nivoryn? They hold a profound connection to the natural world, experts in herbalism, potions, and healing arts unrivaled," he had explained. The idea of such a deep connection and mastery over the healing arts evokes a sense of reverence within me.

Adjacent to Nivoryn is Lorath, a place that Eroz warned me about.

The mere mention of it sends chills down my spine. It is an eerie and treacherous place, where few dare to tread. The sense of danger and foreboding engulfs my thoughts, making me shudder involuntarily.