The days after the Grand Trial were a whirlwind of change. Kertia's victory had shifted perceptions—no longer just the sickly boy with forbidden powers, he was now a rising star in the academy, and in the eyes of many, a symbol of hope.
Yet, with new respect came new challenges.
The academy corridors buzzed with hushed conversations. Some students approached Kertia with cautious admiration, while others watched from a distance, their eyes sharp with envy or suspicion.
One afternoon, as Kertia studied in the courtyard, a tall figure approached—Liora, a masterful fire mage and daughter of a powerful noble family.
"You've proven yourself," she said, voice cool but sincere. "But power isn't everything. Alliances matter."
Kertia nodded. "I understand. We must stand together if we are to face the darkness."
Liora smiled faintly. "Good. Because there are those who will try to tear us apart."
Meanwhile, whispers of dissent reached Kertia's ears. Some nobles were uncomfortable with a necromancer gaining influence, fearing his power could upset the established order.
Alric, once his harshest rival, avoided direct confrontation but spread rumors, questioning Kertia's loyalty and the true source of his power.
One evening, Arielle confided in Kertia, "The academy is divided. Some want unity; others want control."
Tomas added, "We must be vigilant. The war outside is mirrored here in politics and intrigue."
Amidst these tensions, Kertia forged deeper bonds with his friends.
Arielle's wisdom and calm presence grounded him. Tomas's unwavering loyalty gave him strength. And Liora, despite her noble status, became an unexpected ally, bridging the gap between commoners and aristocracy.
Together, they began training a select group of students—those willing to look beyond prejudice and focus on the coming battle.
But not all alliances were friendly.
One night, Kertia caught a shadowy figure lurking near the academy's restricted archives.
"Who's there?" he demanded, raising a hand charged with necromantic energy.
The figure froze, then fled into the night.
The incident was a stark reminder: enemies lurked not only outside but within.
Kertia's path was fraught with danger—political and magical alike.
Yet, with every challenge, Kertia grew stronger—not just in magic, but in resolve.
He was no longer alone. He was the Guardian reborn, and soon, the world would know his true power.
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