"The atmosphere in the College is very, very competitive." Faralda explains as she leads the tour, "Everything is a competition. To classes, to duties, to researches, so on and so forth."

"There are empty rooms within the dorms of the Hall of Attainment that can be bought, though keeping them will be up to your ability. Some of the Mages in the College enjoy kicking others out despite having no need for another room."

"With your funds, you can also better decorate your room. Alchemy ingredients, an Enchanting table, so on and so forth."

"The College grants its students a lot of freedom, but do not abuse it."

So on and so forth went Faralda as she took us around the College grounds, a very pleased smile on her face clearly having put there from me slapping the absolute dogshit out of Ancano.

Dude's face was so swollen when they dragged him away, still unconscious from the likely concussion and brain damage I gave the guy.

"Why so much competition?" Hildr questions Faralda as we arrive before a large board with slips of paper hammered all over it. Some kind of missions board, right next to the Hall of Attainment.

Perhaps a way for the students to make money and experience?

"A save environment breeds nothing but lethargic Magicians going at everything with the pace of a snail." Faralda sighs out, stopping and crossing her arms with a distant gaze in her eyes, "Plus, there was still competition, it was just… More violent. Now? Now what gets hurt the most is pride, which people have a lot of."

I snort at that. Couldn't agree more, lady.

"But a more competitive environment instead forces everyone to keep on pushing themselves, afraid that someone overtakes them and takes away all they own." She inclines her head, rueful smile on her face, "It can get a bit much, but a Mage must learn how to adapt to any situation."

I nod lightly at that, "Gotta agree with your words, lady." It is one of the things I dislike about Mages, in fact. "Mages find security in standing at the back of an army, and somehow dare take pride in it and belittle the soldiers, yet dare not stand at the very front."

Faralda's smile grows at that, "I'm sure few would argue when these words come out of the man who fought a Dragon and-" She coughs into her fist with twitching lips, "-blew his ass up."

I perk up at that while Hildr groans aloud, "Oh dear, have tales about my tomfoolery reached this far?" I don't really care about fame and things like that, but I do wanna hear some songs about me from the Bards.

Mostly to hear what they come up with. I really should go and find some Bards around Winterhold when I fully settle down and find some free time on my hands.

"Mostly the battle against the Dragon outside Whiterun." Faralda nods, a grim look on her face, "Though we also received news of the recent fight against that army of Undead too. I'd love to hear more details about both battles once you are fully settled down."

Shaking her head to get herself on track, the near-bronze skinned woman turns her head towards the board beside the large doors leading into the dormitories, "Either way, this is the Quest Board. It gets updated weekly, with new requests for help coming from Windhelm, Dawnstar and Winterhold too."

"It is a way for the Mages of the College to travel, earn their living expenses, and also earn experience, as a majority of these Quests are all about taking care about the plenty of Frost Trolls around the area."

Now that has my full interest?

A nice, quick way for me to have access to locations for bandits and Trolls to kill?

My next Evolution should be a big one, and while I am not in a hurry, I'd rather start working towards it already than come to a point where I desperately need it yet am nowhere close to attaining it.

It's just one-hundred Souls, which is still insane, but with Bandits and Trolls within reach – and very likely Falmers too – I can easily reach that goal with a little focus and commitment.

"Is there a limit to how many one can take?" I ask Faralda as I eye the Quest Board as if it is a juicy steak. I'd rather not cause problems if I just go and yoink a dozen Quests at once.

Faralda smiles and shakes her head, "You can grab as many as you want, even if it is to just save them up. You'd be surprised at how many requests we receive each week." And I am surprised people want Mages so much in Skyrim.

But I guess one can put aside their dislike and prejudice if it is for a greater need.

I've seen it happen quite a few times, after all. The Companions are sworn to not take part in wars due to previous accidents where some of their shield-brothers would end up facing each other on the battlefield.

Yet, when the Dragon attacked Whiterun, they did not hesitate to pick up arms and join the battle, nor did they request for monetary rewards or the likes afterwards.

And the same happened against Krosis, where they willingly decided to join Balgruuf's army and stand at his back against the swarm of Undead creatures.

It was… An inspiring sight, really. People willing to set their rules aside so to do something greater than them.

"What about books and Spell Tomes?" Hildr asks, delighted smile on her face, "Where can they be acquired?"

"Depends." Faralda inclines her head, "Books about anything you can imagine can be found in the Arcaneum, which is accessible through the Hall of the Elements." She nods towards the main doors behind the massive statue of Shalidor. "The stairs that go downward lead to the enormous library we are very proud of."

"As for Spell Tomes, you go to the Master of the required school of magic." Her hand comes up to rest on her chest, "For example, I am the current Master of Destruction Magic. So you come find me when you wish to acquire some." And Hildr is already trembling in excitement.

She is so much like Gretel sometimes, I swear. Which is cute.

"Guess all that's left is grabbing a room?" I muse aloud, "I presume that the more we pay, the better and bigger the room?"

Surprisingly, Faralda actually shakes her head, "The rooms at the bottom floor generally cost less, as they are small, perfect for a table for Enchanting, Alchemy, a shelf for both and for writing, and a bed. All a Mage really needs."

"The bigger rooms do cost a bit more, but they can cost even less because the price can be split, depending on if two Mages wish to stay in it together."

I hum at that, and Hildr turns towards me, "Wanna grab a big one and split it, then?" I tilt my head her way at her offer. It could be useful.

I presume they are there also for the Mages that prefer having strength and confidence in numbers, because if one Mage wishes to kick them out, said Mage must defeat them both together.

Then, an idea strikes at me.

"Say… Where does Ancano sleep?" I question Faralda, making her eyes widen. Then her smile soon follows as she catches what I am thinking.

"Top floor of the Hall of Attainment – because of course he wants to stand above others – due to him being an… 'Advisor' for the Archmage, yet not really a teacher that all the others have approved off."

So, basically, because none of the teachers like his dumbass, they forced him to sleep among the students…

Wonderful!

I presume that is also because, in order to become a teacher and join their ranks, all the teachers or the majority must agree.

"So, what you're saying is… I can steal his shit?" Faralda's answer is a wide grin.

Hell, even Hildr is giving me a nice and vicious grin.

"Don't underestimate him. Arrogant he may be, but he is a very powerful Mage." Faralda begrudgingly admits, making me shrug.

I threw hands and utterly humiliated a Dragon Priest. Ancano is nothing compared to that monster.

"How do these challenges work, exactly?" I question Faralda, mostly because I do not want to be caught off guard by some stupid gimmick like the 'opponent picking a magic school' or the like.

"It is a duel. Magical might prevails, simple as that."

…

Guess I got this in the bag- Actually, I might make Ancano pop like a balloon? I can't really use Draconian Howl on his dumbass…

"Can I take him on?" Hildr asks, excitement in her voice, making me perk up and turn towards her.

"You sure?" She nods, determination filling her lone eye.

"I want to test some of those tricks you taught me." I hum, then shrug.

If she is sure, then I'll trust her. She isn't one to bite more than she can chew, plus I have faith in her Spirit and in her control over it.

"Guess we just gotta wait for our victim to wake up from his concussion." I muse aloud, then shrug again, "Thanks for the tour, Miss Faralda."

The woman inclines her head with a relaxed smile, "You are most welcome. If you need anything else, then look for those with robes that hold this symbol-" She taps a spot on her chest, where the symbol of the College lay on her dark gold robes. "-upon them."

With that, she takes her leave, allowing me and Hildr to take a seat on one of the nearby benches since we gotta wait for the fuckwit to wake up.

"You confident for the fight?" I ask Hildr as I set the bag down beside my legs and fish out a certain dark purple book.

She makes a so-so gesture as she hums, leaning back against the wall behind us to just take in the appearance of the College's main courtyard. "It took quite a while, but I was able to get that oxygen thing down with my Spirit too."

I perk up at that. She had previously bemoaned that it was quite hard because while she was mentally connected to her Spirit, the order she could give it are simple. Complicated ones just fly over it's head.

Decades old it may be now, but it still retains a simple mind focused only on fighting. Which is expected of a Fire Spirit, from her own words.

I hum and tap the book into my other open palm as I consider her words, "Perhaps you are training with your Spirit the wrong way." I muse softly, drawing her attention towards me, "What if you need to train it, while in it's favored environment?"

Hildr furrows her brows as she considers my words, "So… during a fight?" I nod.

"You said it yourself; Simple orders are best with him, but he does share your knowledge, no?" I point out, making her pause, "Back against that army of the Undead, I am sure you ordered him to target them and only them… So he had to have been able to identify what is an Undead, and what isn't."

Her eye widens, "Hence, if I were to give him a simple order related to making use of something I have knowledge off… He'll be able to easily pick up on it?" I snap my fingers her way.

"Simple orders with words you know the meaning off; Like, for example, 'Draw in the Oxygen around you.'" I tilt my head and shrug, "Now you know what Oxygen is, where it is, and how to draw it in. I am sure he'll find it quite easy to replicate that effect."

Hildr leans back and cups her chin in thought, "I'll have to put this theory to work. Thanks!" I wave off her thanks, earning a light punch to my shoulder as she grins. "Any other advice?"

I muse softly, "Perhaps try not to rely on your Spirit too much?" I propose, making her blink, "Some defensive Spells, or offensive close quarters one like a flaming sword. Things like that."

Hildr sighs and nods, "Yeah, I was thinking about that too. Just…" She flushes faintly, making me tilt my head her way, "I just… gotta put some weight on first."

I pause, then look her up and down, making her flush even harder, "I'm sure you already turn heads everywhere you go, but… alright?" I shrug again, and receive an embarrassed slap to the back of my head for my efforts.

Still, am honest. Nearly every woman I've seen in this world is quite the beauty.

Aurelia is downright breathtaking with her gentle and captivating charm, while Hildr has more of that sexy, strong and rough on the outside but sweet on the inside charm.

"Do you spout such things to every woman!?" Hildr growls, face flushed and teeth bared my way.

"Nah." I sniff, "I do like giving compliments without really having ulterior motives and whatnot, but I shall freely admit that I only do it towards those that I truly find stunning." And again, both her and Aurelia stand above all the other women I've seen so far.

Hildr grunts, face flushed cutely and nose scrunched up my way, "Whatever…" Heh, shy now, are we? Guess she doesn't handle compliments well.

"Still, I presume you have been slightly malnourished?" I question, and earn a faint but nervous nod from her.

"The clothes hide it, but I am basically all skin and bones beneath."

I hum at that, "Yeah, it's not good, especially with this current weather." I bump my shoulder against hers, "Take your time. You aren't lacking in funds."

I feel like a sugar daddy, now that I think about it…

"It just feels wrong to use your money over and over…"

"It actually is Ulfric's money." I point out, and Hildr very, very slowly turns to look at me.

So, I proceed to tell her about the Crown we sold and the amount of money Ulfric threw at it.

All of her guilt disappears into thin air after that. I am actually surprised at how much she hates the guy, especially when she doesn't support the Imperials either.

Actually, I think she hates them both equally? Probably because of how many problems they are causing.

Well, I haven't heard of any big battles between the two factions so far, but I highly doubt Ulfric will stand by and let Dawnstar lay in Imperials hands, especially with how close it is to Windhelm.

"What are you planning on focusing on learning?" I ask Hildr as she leans back, looking quite relaxed but also very travel weary.

She hums softly at my question, a lone gloved hand going up to run through her long dark-red hair, "I'll finish mastering the Spells you bought for me, then get down that Ward Skin Spell Aurelia showed to me before."

"After that…" She muses, rolling a single lock of hair between her fingers as she thinks about it, "Probably a Healing Spell, as it will never hurt to have one, then I'll grab three Destruction Spells that will suit me and focus on those."

"Hm… I wish I could teach you Anodyne." It is a powerful Healing Spell, especially since it creates a large field.

Hildr's eyes widen at my words, "Wait, that enormous dome you created outside of Whiterun!?"

"Oh nah, that's the stronger version called Sanctuary. Anodyne is much, much smaller." Hildr gives a nervous chuckle at that.

"Yeah, I doubt I could cast that enormous dome with my reserves…" Yeah, mine are absolute bullshit now that I think about it.

Still, I do need to find a way to try and teach others my Spells. Mostly because I have a Spell in mind that should be easy to make and share with others, and I want to spread it all over so to better reinforce Skyrim for the future Dragon invasion.

Especially since not everyone can learn the Flesh based Alteration Spells, mostly because according to Aurelia, they are not only hard to learn, but can be fatal too.

One mishap can lead to a magical explosion either outside the body, or even inside it. And the second one is assured to be either lethal or crippling.

And while the higher tier Restoration Spells can regrow limbs, such treatment is not cheap.

"I could try and mimic that Frost Spell of yours, now that I think about it…" I perk up, returning my attention to Hildr as she cups her chin in thought, "The giant dome you created against the enormous Dragon. I could recreate it with my Fire Magic."

I tilt my head, "That's definitely an idea. Can be useful to deal with large groups of targets, especially if you can control the size." I will have to either upgrade my Winter's Wrath Spell or actually do away with it.

It is powerful, yes, but it is something best used against large amounts of targets grouped together, or a big enough target.

Though any Dragon can easily escape the dome, and the titanic Dragon we fought just shrugged it off like it was nothing.

I know I can remove it and change it, I can feel it. The stronger I grow, the more I feel like I can understand the System better.

It has given me a lot of freedom so far, and I am not tied to the Spell Slots in terms of arsenal. I can safely wield my Restoration Magic and Frost Magic without problem, create new Spells without much trouble.

Spell Slots are just there for me to modify a Spell to inhuman levels, like my Draconian Howl.

"...Do you think I can copy that busted Magic Missile of yours with my Fire Magic?" I pause at Hildr's question.

"I've actually thought about it before." I reveal, much to her surprise, "And you'd be surprised at how easy it can be."

It is simple Thermodynamics, if I remember right. "Though it'll require some testing, as I do have some ideas that you can grab and tweak at your own leisure."

"Like?"

"Pressure." I reveal, much to her confusion, "Let's say you were to suddenly appear at the bottom of the ocean- Like, the very, very bottom. The pressure there will be so great and immense that it'll squeeze you into literal powder within a split-second."

Her face blanches at that, but I push through, "So do the same to a fireball. Create it, then compress it, and keep compressing it as much as possible. Once it impacts against something or someone, the lid will come loose, and the force it will unleash will be immense."

It is actually something that I want to do with my Draconian Howl in the future, but it is still a Spell I shouldn't really mess around with too much currently.

I have made it far too strong. Thinking back on the Bandits we encountered a few days ago, the sight of them being completely vaporized by my Draconian Howl was… insane.

One of them wasn't even the target, and he just disappeared due to the shock-waves it releases on take-off.

So yeah, I do not see a reason to push that dangerous Spell even further currently.

"You just keep on giving me more stuff to think and try out…" Hildr sighs out, though not out of annoyance. I can tell that she likes to have stuff to focus on, especially Magic based stuff.

I shrug with a chuckle and cross my legs, setting down the Daedric book on them as I do so.

Receiving this out of nowhere was quite unexpected, but most definitely not unwanted. It is possibly one of the best treasures that can fit me, currently.

"What's the big deal about the book, anyway?" My red haired friend questions, bumping her shoulder again as she leans over to peer at the closed book, "I didn't think the God of Madness would have a Book of all things as an artifact."

I hum softly at that, "Delving too deep into Magicka researches can drive one into insanity." I point out, making Hildr still, "Either because they refuse to give in, or because the answers they find are… a bit beyond them."

And this book, as I have come to find out, doesn't hold the scribbles of those researchers and magicians that went insane and wrote down their findings within this book.

No, this book records them all by itself. As long as a Mage holds this book, everything they learns will be recorded within it.

"But who would seek such a thing?" Hildr questions, and I chuckle softly as I use my foot to point in a certain direction.

She blinks, then follows the direction my foot is pointing towards. She finds her answer, and goes completely white in the face. "Shalidor held this book?!"

I nod, "He made a deal with Sheogorath – the previous one – and gave up the island sanctuary for all Mages on Tamriel in exchange for this book." Though the island is back now after the battle during the Second Era. A place worthy for a trip in the future, I believe.

All for Glamoril, which should still lay in Labyrithian. I do wonder what it is, as I believe the lore I've read up on never went deep into it.

There were speculations, but I care little for those.

I have so much knowledge at my very fingertips, but there is one thing that I must focus on. One thing that few can handle, because it can make their very brain collapse.

A new type of Sense. The Magicka Sense.

It was discovered by a mage during the early First Era. A sixth sense of sort that allowed one to feel everything around them by expanding a dome of Magicka.

Feel. As if touching.

It was a passing thought while I opened the book, but that is exactly how the book works. The moment I think of something, pages holding such answers appear before me.

I am sure the book holds some form of mental effect, something to make people either addicted to it and go wild from the knowledge and whatnot… But either Sheogorath has spared me from that, or my Undead state makes me unable to fall to mental manipulations.

So now I have found something to focus on. My aim is to master this Magicka Sense, then go from there, see what I can find or think up so to further develop it.

Or, if it becomes a Skill, grab a Dragon Soul so to evolve it.

I do not enjoy being so desperate for something, but… I need this. I want to feel myself touching something, even if it has to be a goddamn wall.

I tap the book on my knee as I hum, then my thoughts stray towards another subject that I find myself interested in.

Scrolls.

"Say, are Spells Scrolls pricey?" I question Hildr, who tilts her head at my question.

Still, she nods, "Quite so, though there is a type of Spell Scroll that costs a lot more than the other type." She leans forward, resting her forearms on her crossed legs, "The normal Spell Scroll is one that is for single use. Once activated, it cannot be used again, so the price for these can vary, especially for far more powerful Spells."

"The other type instead, while quite weaker than the single use Scrolls, costs a lot more due to being able to be used over and over again as long as it isn't back to back. These are called Sorcerer Scrolls, and while the Spells woven into them is at least half as strong as the one woven into a single use Scroll, it gives one the assurance of multiple uses."

I cup the chin of my mask and hum softly, "Fascinating…"

Truly, a good way to spread some Healing Spells around. If I can wove Anodyne or even Sanctuary in one, I can sell them to Balgruuf and the Companions for very little, as a way to make sure that they have some of my support even from far away.

"How are they even made, by the way?"

Hildr shrugs, "I heard it is through Daedric Runes, like Enchanting, but I do not know about the 'how'."

Huh… Even more stuff to look up, I guess.

I sigh deeply, and Hildr mimics me right after.

"When is that dumbfuck waking up-"

"YOU DAMNABLE MONGREL!"

"Hildr! I chose you!"

~~XXX~~

Climbing to the top of High Hrothgar was both difficult and annoying, Aurelia had to admit.

The sheer amount of Frost Trolls she bisected or kicked down the mountain was mind boggling, though it also helped her get used to Dawnbreaker.

The weapon was warm to her, yet blazing hot to the Frost Trolls. It kept her nice and warm, melting all the snow around her with the heat it left off.

And her heart warmed a great deal at the thought that Leonidas annoyed a Goddess that hates the Undead just to get her this powerful Daedric Artifact.

Damnable, annoying and far too charming man…

And now she left him alone with Hildr. Should she start considering her a rival already? Should she just do away with this training and just catch up to them and keep them separated?

A part of her really wanted to. She already deeply longed for Leonidas, his presence and his voice, and his usual idiocy.

Hell, he'd have probably strangled the Greybeards instead of just giving them a nasty glare like she did when she reached their temple/mansion.

Still, her trip to towards the Throat of the World left her very much alone with her thoughts, and the only thing she could think about, besides Leonidas, was something he told her recently.

"Who are you for yourself?"

Who is she for herself indeed… For as long as she could think of, she always thought of just putting her meager strength to the use and benefit of others.

Protecting people from Bandits, slaying vile Undead threatening to spill out into the world, protecting caravans and clearing areas of wild beasts.

Things like that always kept her occupied. Day in, day out, since the day she left her home.

It was the only thing she could do, and she kept on doing it, or else her mind wandered back to that day-

She shakes her head and breathes out, finding her steps growing heavier the closer she gets to the top of the enormous mountain.

Aurelia walked through clouds, and walked past ancient shrines that she doubted had been visited by many since the Merethic Era.

She walked and walked… Until finally, her head breaches the upper cloud layer, and she finds herself standing atop a fast expanse of flat stone right atop the cloudy sea.

Her eyes widen at the admittedly breathtaking sight, and she finds herself just stopping to enjoy it, something that a few days ago she would have never done.

She enjoys the view of the cloudy sea, of the sun high in the sky, of the bright sky above. The sight of it all filled her eyes, and she found herself having to force her eyes away so to take in the rest of the flat expanse of stone that is the Throat of the World.

The first thing she notices is a Word Wall, looking very, very ancient yet still standing tall on the other side of the rather massive wide open area.

Then she takes note of Paarthurnax, yet he wasn't alone. The same gargantuan Dragon she, Leonidas and Hildr had fought outside Falkreath was standing with him.

"Welcome to the Throat of the World, Dovahkiin." Paarthurnax speaks up, his voice just as powerful yet kind as she remembers.

Aurelia swallows heavily, then steps forward to approach the two ancient Dragons, "Sorry for the wait." She couldn't help but apologize, even if it really hadn't been a long time since their first meeting.

Paarthurnax chuckles deeply and bows his head, "Time is but a meaningless thing before us Dragons, young one." Right, children of the God of Time. She should remember that.

Turning towards the giant Dragon whose name she still does not know, Aurelia's gaze softens lightly, "Have you found the answers you were looking for?" She asks gently, and the Dragon lowers his gaze.

"The answers are easy to find." The ancient Dragon states softly, "It is accepting them that is the hard part." Her heart ached for the giant gentle beast before her.

Aurelia finds herself being very, very glad that there is more to Dragons than just mindless beasts that seek domination, supremacy, and slaughter.

"So…" Gulping again, and glad that Dawnbreaker was a big source of heat for her while resting over her back, Aurelia speaks up once more, "What will my training be about?"

The two ancient Dragons share a look, with the giant one giving Paarthurnax a low nod. So, Paarthurnax sighs and bows his head, "First, you must understand that the situation is dire, young one."

"Alduin, while massively weakened due to him being banished across time, will recover in due time. He will rebuild his forces, and won't be as foolish or as arrogant like in the Merethic Era."

The ancient Dragon's gaze bores into Aurelia, "There will be no third chance. No more Dragonborns. You are the Last Dragonborn, whether we win or lose."

This time, it is the giant Dragon that speaks up, "Hence, you must grow. You must master the Dragon Tongue, and master yourself."

"Only then will you be able to stand as an equal against the World-Eater."

Despite the nervousness deep within her bones, despite her self-doubt, her fears and her desire to have the one that had quickly become her pillar stand beside her at this point… Despite all that, Aurelia clenches her fists and stands strong, a determination filling her eyes.

"Where do I start?"

The giant Dragon bows his head in respect, "This training shall be hard. It will push you to the point of breaking. Mentally and physically."

"You will learn all the humans – the Greybeards below – have mastered through the years. Then…"

"You shall master it all through combat."

Aurelia's brows furrow at that last part, "Combat?"

Paarthurnax nods, "I will tell you the names of the Dragons that support Alduin. You shall call for them, issuing a challenge here, upon the Throat of the World."

"They will answer. You will battle. And you will grow stronger and master everything through combat."

Her body trembles at that. This was truly… A very, very dangerous kind of training that puts everything she did in her life before to shame.

Yet, a part of her actually… relished in it. So much so she didn't even see the slightly nervous, yet excited grin on her face. "I understand. I will do my best."

Paarthurnax chuckles deeply, "I know you will, young one." Flicking one of his wings, the ancient Dragon turns to face the old Word Wall, "Come, I have a gift for you."

Aurelia steps forward, and she could instantly feel the deep call coming from the wall. Ancient words and knowledge whispering within her mind and ears.

Nothing like all the other Word Walls. This one alone stood above the few others that she encountered before.

"This wall holds all of my many, many years of knowledge and wisdom of the Fire Breath Shout. I gift them to you, young one."

The energy within those lone three words carved into the stone by the faint whisper of a mighty Dragon seeped into her flesh and bones, carving themselves into her very mind and Soul.

Aurelia gasps and blinks as she snaps out of the tense trance she had fallen into.

And then she breathes out as she feel the essence of the very Sun itself resting upon her lips.

Behind her, Paarthurnax's gentle voice rings out, "Let it out, young one."

And so she does.

A faint whisper flows past her lips. Her Soul lets out a sigh of relief.

And the clouds disappear as the sky is scorched red for the rest of the day.

As the sight of the power she just unleashed fills her eyes, Aurelia couldn't help herself but let her thoughts wander…

...And hope that Leonidas wasn't causing any chaos, wherever he was.

~~XXX~~

"GetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetitoffgetITOFFGETITTHEFUCKOFFMEEEE-!"

"I say he is overreacting. What a baby." I scoff, arms crossed as I turn away from the pathetic sight.

"Huh, my Spirit's flames just turned blue… Cool." Hildr speaks up, the howls of her Spirit and the roaring of his flames filling my ears.

Blue flames? Oh dear…

"P-Perhaps we should put a stop to this…?" I hear someone state, sounding very nervous and afraid. They are either a teacher or a student, as we do have quite the crowd for this 'duel'.

"I don't hear a surrender though?" I shrug, then tilt my head, "Hey Ancano! You wanna surrender yet?"

My answer is a girlish squeal followed by another bestial roar of madness and glee, followed by further crackling flames.

I turn towards Hildr as the 'battle' keeps on going, "It was hilarious, wasn't it?" The woman turns to me and lifts a lone brow, "He really went 'You have no idea the kind of power I wield!' and then started using the Sparks Spell against your Spirit!"

Hildr instantly keels over with a loud wheeze, nearly crumbling down to her knees as she gasps and wheezes out choked laughter.

I laugh myself. Until the words of a spectator bring me to a pause, "Archmage! Why aren't you putting a stop to this?!"

"Archmage?! Where?!" I pounce around, eyes stalking every inch of the large hall – made specifically for battles between Mages – in search of the cowardly Archmage.

My eyes soon land on his form, now speed-walking towards the large doors of the spherical room.

"Come over here, Savos Aren! Look me in the eyes!" I instantly pounce his way with all the gait of a very angry gorilla.

The man stops speed-walking, and actually starts fucking running.

"Why are you running?! Why are you running!?"

You know, maybe not having Aurelia around is quite dangerous for… Well, anyone my eyes land on.

…

Fuck it, we ball.

I'll become a Cognitohazard, I swear to fucking God-

A.N. The Gods are all begging for Aurelia to go back and restrain Leonidas at this point.

And it ain't even been a week.

Anyway, I have shown a bit of what the Daedric Book can do, and what Aurelia's training will be like.

More will of course be shown in the coming chapter, together with more stuff.

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