For now, you should go back to the Academy," Commander Silva advised. "There you will continue to grow stronger."
"Go back?" Adonis growled, "You want me to sit in a classroom while the woman who murdered my mother sleeps in bed without feeling any consequences?"
Commander Silva's weathered face etched with a grim, fatherly concern.
"I am telling you to survive. Right now, you are a spark. If you strike her now, she will snuff you out like a candle in a gale. But at the Royal Academy, you are under the protection of the Crown's neutrality. There, you have access to the archives, the high-tier Ether chambers, and most importantly, the heirs of every powerful house in the Fernis Kingdom."
"Remember, Adonis—This is a war. And a war cannot be won alone. You need to build an army, whether by hook or crook. You need allies who are indebted to you, followers who fear you, and a power base that even the Gratis Kingdom cannot ignore."
