They called him "Anomaly King."
At first, it was a joke.
Then a prophecy.
Now it was law.
Kael sat at the head of the Academy's main war council, not as a student… but as an uncontrollable force. The Council was shattered. The Elders were dead or in hiding. Nobles either bent the knee or vanished.
He didn't ask for followers.
He got thousands.
Not just bonded women—but students, teachers, even rogue priestesses.
They said his Ether no longer needed touch.
They said his name alone could make them wet.
Kael hated that part.
But deep down… part of him liked it.