The days passed quickly.
The elite students would gather from time to time with Phoenix, who had taken it upon himself to explore outside the city.
They spent their time devising plans, trying to figure out a way to escape as soon as possible.
Among them, Selena found herself constantly glancing at Aegon, a single thought plaguing her mind:
'How did he do it?'
That question tormented her.
On the night of Xevier's death, she had clearly seen the curse cast on Aegon by the dying sorcerer.
It was a powerful curse—even she, a skilled witch, would have struggled to lift it.
And yet Aegon, who knew nothing of magic, shattered it effortlessly.
Selena found herself spiraling into thought over the rogue prince.
She couldn't figure out how to deal with someone like him—especially when her parents' lives were in his hands.
What an irony…
Aegon Valerion made her feel more helpless than the entire Ultras continent that had them cornered.
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The days continued to slip by:
