Meanwhile inside the Zenith Academy, another event was taking place.
Kyle Celestian found himself in the Spirit Realm.
The place shimmered like a dream—endless skies dyed in flower-like hues, rivers of glowing starlight flowing across emerald meadows, and crystalline trees that whispered with voices of the ancient.
Ethereal beasts soared gracefully—wyverns with translucent wings, unicorns with horns of pure crystal, and dryads blooming like living flowers.
But Kyle's eyes narrowed, impressed. "At least the view is good," he muttered.
He gazed at the majestic spirits before him—massive wyverns circling high above, elegant unicorns grazing by silver rivers, and towering treants with eyes like molten gems.
Kyle smirked. "Let's try bonding with the strongest one."
But the moment he stepped forward, the spirits recoiled. Every single one of them backed away, trembling. Some growled low, their eyes filled with fear.
