The Forsaken Heir's Ascension
Chapter 59: Alexander and the Seraph Clan

Chapter 59: Alexander and the Seraph Clan

After lunch, Alex returned to the training grounds with purpose. The sunlight had mellowed, but the fire within him hadn’t.

He positioned himself again—rear leg stomping forward to ground his body, core braced, and spine aligned. With a focused breath, he initiated the motion: a spiralling thrust, drawing power from his legs, hips, core, and shoulders in perfect synergy. Each movement flowed like coiled energy unspooling, aiming for a single decisive point.

The essence of the technique lay in not just the motion, but in the instantaneous release of elemental energy—a piercing pulse meant to disrupt the opponent’s flow before they could react.

But no matter how precise his stance or how fluid his thrust, his dark elemental power refused to cooperate. He could feel it gathering, but not flashing out. Not yet.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Hours passed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, shadows swallowed the sky, and with it came silence—save for the faint rasp of Alex’s breath and the low rustle of grass disturbed by his repeated collapse.

Hati stirred from his resting spot near the tree line. The wolf yawned, stretched, and padded over, ears twitching, eyes glowing faintly in the dusk.

"Woof."

A bark—firm but not scolding.

Alex, sprawled in dirt and sweat, turned his head with a tired smile. His hand gripped the shaft of his staff, muscles twitching from fatigue.

"I wasn’t able to completely learn it today. It’s tough... but it feels good to learn a proper technique," he murmured, voice rough but content.

His gaze shifted to the weapon in his hand.

It wasn’t a real spear. Not yet.

"I need to reshape this staff’s blade... turn it into a proper spear. It feels off—

"Let’s go eat dinner with our last remaining credits," Alex said, standing up and dusting off his pants.

Woof, woof.

Hati barked questioningly, tilting his head.

Alex gave a tired smile. "There’s no class on weekends... so we don’t get credits."

The two made their way toward the dining hall. As always, the two girls were already waiting. And, as usual, Hati ran ahead, tail wagging.

Alex walked over more calmly and took a seat, picking up his utensils without a word. He began eating the steak served on his tray. The others followed, and for a while, silence reigned—a comfortable stillness broken only by the occasional clink of cutlery.

Until, of course, Rina spoke up, her voice loud and unrestrained.

"So, how was your training, Alex?"

Woof!

Hati barked and gave a dramatic shake of his head.

Alex rolled his eyes and gave the wolf a light knock on the head. "It was alright," he replied evenly.

Rina nodded and asked, pointing at the aggrieved Hati. "What was he saying?"

Alex replied with a deadpan face, "Nothing."

Selene coughed softly to gather their attention. "Do you know about the clubs?"

Alex glanced at her. "No, I just know there are eleven of them."

Selene sighed, brushing a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear. "Then you probably don’t know about the WW Tournament either."

Alex shook his head again, his curiosity now piqued.

Selene straightened her posture, falling into a more formal tone.

"Alright, so... there are eleven clubs. Ten belong to the ten clans—named after them, of course. Like me, I’ll be joining the Frostreign Club—that’s set in stone for me, no exception.

But the eleventh club was formed just last year. It’s ranked last, obviously, but it’s... different. It was created by Dorian Terravyrn, from the Earth Dragon Clan.

It’s called the Rebel Club."

There was a noticeable shift in the air as Rina spoke up, her voice lower this time, almost solemn.

"I’m going to join the Rebel Club... I don’t want to join the Roarhart Club."

Alex nodded thoughtfully, processing the information.

"So... the tournament starts in six months, and we’ll be allowed to go on missions in three, right?"

Selene nodded. "Yes. But those are only the official clubs. The teachers also create temporary clubs to make sure all students participate in the tournament."

Alex absorbed that in silence, then looked straight into Selene’s eyes.

"Is there anyone here who can help me make a proper spear?"

Caught off guard, Selene blinked at him, momentarily stunned by the depth of his-purple eyes.

"Ah—uh—there’s a forge... near the Monster Hunter Section," she stammered.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"

Selene regained her composure and answered with more confidence.

"It’s like a hunter’s guild. They give missions, you can sell monster parts, herbs, stuff like that. It’s one of the ways students earn credits."

Alex’s eyes widened.

"Wait, there’s a place where I can sell monster body parts for credits?"

Selene nodded, confused by his surprise. "Yes?"

Alex turned to Hati with a huge grin.

Hati’s ears drooped. He backed away a step, tucking his tail between his legs, eyes wary.

Rina leapt to her feet and pointed at Alex in horror.

"Don’t tell me you’re thinking of selling Hati’s body parts!"

Woof!

Hati barked again and backed away even further, now fully behind Selene.

Alex blinked, completely baffled.

"WHAT?! No! Why would I—?! I already have tons of monster parts in my spatial ring!"

He looked at Hati, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

"You’re not actually that dumb, are you?"

Hati barked sharply and shook his head with exaggerated seriousness.

In an emerald-green castle, a man stood at the window of the topmost tower, bathed in moonlight. A black-cloaked guard emerged from the shadows—only his eyes visible beneath the hood.

"Sir, we’ve confirmed it. Alexander Veylor is alive. But he doesn’t possess space-element powers—only dark and wood elements."

A deep voice, smooth as silk, replied, "That’s good then. But tell those shadow monsters they failed. They owe us a body."

The guard nodded and vanished back into the darkness like mist.

The figure continued to gaze at the full moon. "Let’s hope they finish the job this time. I don’t want to kill my own grandson myself. That’s a burden I don’t wish to carry. I’m already carrying the weight of watching my wife and mother-in-law die before my eyes."

An ominous smile crept across his face, made even more sinister by the silver glow of the moon.

The Seraph Clan was one of the most powerful among the ten. Their elemental bloodline passed down almost exclusively through daughters—ninety-nine percent of their power inherited by female heirs. Only one daughter was allowed to marry to preserve the line. For over a thousand years, no male child had inherited the Seraph bloodline.

The strongest in their history was Vireya Seraph, with Serene Seraph ranking just beneath her. But something terrible had happened to the clan—something hidden from the world.

In a quiet clubroom, Serene Seraph sat with a storm of thoughts behind her calm face.

"Should I recruit Alexander into my club?" she thought. "But... he hates me—because of my sister."

She gripped her hair in frustration.

Knock. Knock.

A sudden knock brought her back to the present. Her expression instantly turned neutral. A man clad in black entered, knelt, and waited silently.

Her voice was cold and serpentine, glowing green eyes locking onto him. "Did you find anything?"

The rough voice came, muffled beneath the cloth. "Yes, Princess."

"Speak," she ordered, her tone sharp with impatience.

"We’ve discovered that Mr. Jack left Romania City and moved to a small village. But that village was destroyed in a monster storm... eight years ago."

Serene’s eyes narrowed. "Where is he now?"

The man’s reply came quietly, "No one survived, Princess."

Serene stood abruptly. "What?!"

A surge of emerald power flared in her eyes, slitting them like a serpent’s. But as a memory resurfaced, the pressure faded, and her gaze softened.

"Alexander is alive. And he’s here... If no one survived, then how did he make it?"

She sank back into her chair, relief spreading across her face.

"We don’t know," the man said, sweat trickling down his back. "But eyewitnesses say that three years after the monster storm, Alexander appeared in Romania City. He registered as an E-rank hunter."

Serene fell into deep thought. A memory flashed before her—Alexander, furiously pounding a boulder with his fists.

She shook her head. "No... it can’t be. My sister sacrificed everything to protect her family. They can’t have died. They wouldn’t..."

She stood up again, determination gleaming in her eyes.

"I have to ask him. Yes... I must know the truth."

In a prison-like chamber with a locked iron door, only a sliver of moonlight filtered through the small barred window carved into the stone wall. It illuminated a patch of the rough floor at the center of the room.

There, seated in a meditation pose, was a woman dressed in white. Her long, silver-white hair spilled over her shoulders. Her eyes slowly opened—red and swollen from days of weeping. Silent tears slid down her pale cheeks, falling soundlessly onto the cold, black stone.

Her lips moved in a cracked whisper, hoarse from endless repetition.

"I’m sorry... Jack... Anna... Alex..."

The broken names echoed softly off the damp walls, fading into the suffocating silence. The air was heavy with guilt, sorrow.

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