Meera watched the university guards drag the cultist out of the room. He wasn't bleeding from his feet anymore, but his wound still hadn't healed completely, so he mostly just limped out of the room, wincing with each step.

He shot Meera a murderous glare as he walked past her. She had a feeling that he was going to try something. There was a part of her that wished he did. It was hard to see all that experience walk out the door. After what they had pulled in Gethys, she had no sympathy for these people.

If it weren't for them, Drurith would still be a bustling metropolis, and not the biggest graveyard in the worlds. They destroyed an entire city by lying to the dragons for some reason that still escaped her.

She put the Cultists out of her mind and turned to the reason she was there. Professor Hiral Raka was being tended to by the University guard, but the old scholar wasn't making it easy for them.

"Professor, you must accompany us to the hospital," the Captain insisted. "We must check you for poisoning."

"Poisoning?" Hiral arched an eyebrow so comically high that it was almost touching his hairline. "I would know if I was poisoned. Besides, the Reverent Lady gave me a Health potion on top of healing me, so I'm fine. Now, off you go, I have some work to do."

"But the bodies…"

"Yes, yes, take them with you and clean the blood, but do NOT touch any of the papers. They must remain where they are."

The exasperated Captain looked to his companions, who just shrugged. Finally, the Captain's shoulders sagged as he sighed. "As you wish, professor."

"Good lad," Hiral said. "Now, give us some privacy, I must speak with my saviour." He walked to Meera with the barest hint of a smile on his face. "I was hoping you would come see me at some point, Reverent Lady."

"Just Meera is fine, professor."

"Then just Hiral is fine. Since we're going to be on a first-name basis, young lady."

If she had seen this man on the streets, she would've given him a wide berth. He wasn't wearing dirty clothes, but instead it seemed he had forgotten to change out of his pajamas, and they had what looked like tea and ink stains all over, along with something that suspiciously resembled blood. But that could've been from his injuries, which didn't seem to bother the man. Despite his clothes, he had taken the time to shave his face, even if his hair might as well have been a bird's nest.

"Prof-I mean, Hiral, I'm here because—"

He raised a hand, and she stopped. "Before we talk about that, it's time for my power nap. Those assassins disturbed me while I had just lain down for my nap. It is vitally important for me, or I fear my brain doesn't work optimally."

Without even waiting for Meera to respond, he turned and walked over to the couch in the corner of the room and lay down.

"Will you please watch over me and make sure no one tries to stab me again?" he asked.

"Uh...sure," Meera replied.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his head fell to the side. He was snoring lightly immediately. The rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was sleeping.

Meera turned to the guards who were hauling the body of one of the guards who had fallen in trying to save the professor.

"He's joking, right?" She asked. "No one can fall asleep that fast."

The guard shook his head. "No, he's not. He's an eccentric one. He's trained himself to fall asleep on command. He can even write with both hands to save time and write reports more quickly. And he'll be writing two different things on each piece of paper. He's a genius, if you can look past his odd behaviour. Thank you, Reverent Lady, his loss would've been a great loss to the University."

"No problem. How long do his power naps usually last?" She asked.

"About a few minutes," the Captain replied, who had just entered the room. "He should be up soon."

With nothing to do, Meera plopped herself down on one chair and booted up her notifications to see if she had gained any worthwhile skills from the Frostweavers. She doubted she would take them unless it were a terrifying skill.

*ding!*

[You have killed 2 Frostweavers – Level 446 – Level 467.]

*ding!*

[Congratulations. The Mirrorborn Slayer has gained 1 level and reached Level 600. You have been awarded 3 stat points.]

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[Congratulations. Chakram of Echoes effect activated. Upon reaching Level 600 in your main class, you have earned one more Chakram.]

A regular chakram appeared on her arm, and she decided that once the guards left, she would finally convert all these chakrams into level 2. After the Reapers' attack, she didn't want to do it at the palace. She had a feeling she was being watched at all times.

*ding!*

[Congratulations. Mirrorbound Sight (III) has gained 1 level and reached Level 43]

She didn't gain any levels in any other skills, as she had only used a handful of skills to dispatch the cultists. With the new system, it was hard to gain levels, which was a little annoying, but they were noticeably stronger.

*ding!*

[Class Ability Activated. You have stolen the skill Frigid Wave – Level 172. Frigid Wave – Type: Active. Affinity: Ice Affinity. You can unleash a wave of icy energy surging forward, freezing everything in its path and slowing enemies caught in the blast. Would you like to acquire this skill?]

*ding!*

[Class Ability Activated. You have stolen the skill Winter's Mark – Level 105. Winter's Mark – Type: Passive. Affinity: Ice Affinity. You can mark an enemy, making them more susceptible to ice damage. Enemies with the mark also freeze faster. Would you like to acquire this skill?]

She was sorely disappointed with this pair, so she dismissed them both. She already had Frigid Wave and had gotten rid of Winter's Mark earlier, so there was no point in getting it again, only to dismiss it later on.

*ding!*

[Class Ability Activated. You have stolen the skill Icy Roots – Level 213. Icy Roots – Type: Active. Affinity: Ice Affinity. You can shoot icy tendrils from the ground to grab and immobilize enemies, freezing them over time. Would you like to acquire this skill?]

*ding!*

[Class Ability Activated. You have stolen the skill Frozen World – Level 47. Frozen World – Type: Passive. Affinity: Ice Affinity. You can stomp your foot and unleash a devastating wave of cryomantic power that transforms the surrounding battlefield into a glacial realm. All who are caught within this wave are instantly frozen in place and suffer severe frostbite. Would you like to acquire this skill?]

Meera rubbed her chin. This is not bad.

She figured she could use this one to control the battlefield, so to speak, but wasn't particularly fascinated by it, so she decided to let it go.

The next pair was Frozen World and Frost Sense. The latter of which she already had, so she dismissed this pair as well. She was a little disappointed by the skills she had gotten from these Frostweavers. But it was okay; she had kept expectations low.

The guards were busy mopping the blood away, taking great care not to disturb any papers and scrolls. The Frostweavers might have thrown them about, or perhaps the professor was tardy and preferred to work in all this chaos. It didn't take the guards long to finish their work and leave. The moment the door closed, the professor woke up.

He didn't yawn or stretch; he simply sat up and turned to Meera, as if he hadn't even slept at all.

"Yes, so where were we?" he asked.

"Oh, we hadn't even started our conversation, actually," Meera said.

"Great, then it's the perfect time to start, but first you need to answer three of my questions," he said, and then before waiting for an answer. He stood up and spoke. "How do you turn a regular dragon into an archdragon?"

"Uh…I don't know."

He made a pitiable face. "How do you hide yourself from a Cosmarian who has been hunting you?"

Meera didn't know that one either, but still she tried. "You hide yourself in a place that cannot be found."

He shrugged. "Good enough."

"Lastly, what do you say to the Lord of Deeds when you stand in judgment?"

"Uh… I'm sorry for my sins."

"Precisely." His eyes lit up. "So, two out of three. You did much better than your brother."

Meera was up on her feet in a heartbeat. "Neel was here?"

He nodded. "He was. He also wanted to learn about the prophecy, but he couldn't answer my questions. I booted him out of here. He might be the Saviour of the worlds, but that doesn't mean he gets free access to my knowledge."

"Do I get free access to your knowledge?"

"Depends."

"On?" Meera asked, hopeful.

"If you can stroke my curiosity."

Meera paced the room. "One moment, please."

The professor turned immediately towards his desk, sat down, and started jotting something down on a scroll as he hummed a tune.

Meera didn't know how to stroke this eccentric man's curiosity. He seemed half-mad. He knew that she was the Reverent Lady, but that didn't have much effect on him. She thought of telling him of her adventures in Gethys. But being chased by dragons and captured by the sorceresses wouldn't be a great tale. Then she paused, mid-step, and smiled.

"Professor?" Meera called.

"Yes?"

"Have you ever met an Ascendant before?" she asked.

He looked up but continued writing, as if he didn't need to see to do so. "I have not."

Meera smiled and dropped the veil she had put on herself using Misidentify. His eyes widened immediately, and the feathered quill fell from his hands. His jaw dropped, and he actually teared up.

"You must be the second one…"

"Huh?" Meera frowned.

He practically dashed to her, beaming like a child who had been given his favorite toy.

"Do I have your curiosity now?" She asked.

"More than that, dear lass. You have my attention. What do you wish to know? My knowledge is at your disposal, but first, you must answer me this: how did you become an Ascendant?"

Meera's smile wavered a little. She used Misidentify and hid her divine aura, lowering her level to what it was before—285.

"Why did you do that?" Hiral frowned.

"I want to keep this aspect of me hidden," she said. "People already practically worship me. I do not wish to add another reason for them to do so."

"Fair enough, but you must answer my question," Hiral said. "Who did you kill to become an Ascendant?"

"Do you know of the sorceress Veridiana?"

His eyes widened, and he backed up a step. "No…"

She nodded. "I was her pupil for a little while, and then I ended up being the cause of her death and the death of her sisterhood. You might want to sit, professor. It's a bit of a long tale."

Without even waiting for the professor to sit, she began telling him of everything that had happened on Gethys, starting from the beginning, until the very end. She even explained how the prophecy unravelled. He listened intently and didn't interrupt her at all. She had figured that as a scholar, he was prone to giving lectures and didn't want to interrupt one.

"That's quite fascinating," Hiral said, but his face fell a little. "So, you're the Arbiter from the Great Prophecy and not the second Champion."

"Second Champion?"

"Oh yes, lass. The Great Prophecy foretells that there are two Champions."

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