Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy Chapter 1226 1226: The Selected Students

Professor Paterson proceeded to delve into his robe next.

He pulled forth a compact container made of obsidian glass from inside. With utmost care, he unfastened it, exposing six vials within.

Three of them shimmered with a shadowy, twisting fog…

The trio recognized these right away, understanding they represented the Demon's Corruption Essence. The remaining three, radiating a red glow, were undoubtedly the Demon's Blood.

However, these items were far from typical.

"These," Paterson declared solemnly, "do not originate from mere fiends. They come from Demon Saints."

The three pupils stiffened, their gazes expanding in astonishment.

"Demon Saints…" Amaya murmured, aware that such entities rivaled Immortals in might.

Vin found himself utterly stunned. "That's… impossible."

Brannic, however, brimmed with thrill in that instant.

"Professor… why are you handing these to us?"

Paterson's face grew stern.

"This forms the requirement. Vale has issued me directives. You possess three months to refine your demonification spell with these vials. Should you prevail… should you achieve a transformation nearing that of a Demon Saint, acceptance as Vale's disciples awaits, along with his authentic guidance."

The three shared looks… Excitement surged through them all.

Paterson drew nearer. "This matter demands utmost secrecy. No soul beyond these walls must learn of it. Is that clear?"

"Yes," they replied together.

"Excellent. Vale has further bestowed upon you entry to the academy's exclusive training hall for three months. Nestled there is the Animus Haven magic circle… A enigmatic formation that bolsters an Arcanist's perception, strength, magic zones, spell execution, and various arcane methods. It shall direct you, yet it will challenge you as well. Never take it lightly."

The three gifted youths overflowed with profound thanks for this opportunity.

"We will give it everything!"

"We won't let you down."

"Thank you for granting us this opportunity, Professor!"

Professor Paterson let out a light laugh. "Your own hard work earned this. I serve merely as the courier. Nevertheless, ensure you don't neglect your lessons. Maintain strong performance across every course."

***

In that manner, their everyday routines transformed.

To say the least, their schedule from afternoon until deep into the night shifted dramatically.

Each morning, they continued joining the Transformation Arts lessons just like regular pupils.

The initial session involved Arcane History, delving into the ascent and decline of ancient groups, conflicts across realms, and the beginnings of transformation arts.

Having vowed to excel in all these areas, Amaya and her companions paid close attention, soaking up every bit of information.

Amaya frequently posed inquiries regarding the Demon Wars, although the instructors offered only guarded responses.

Following that came the Magic Language Class, focusing on the Oardic and Ievada tongues that formed the basis of spells. Vin shone brightly in this. He routinely pointed out errors to peers and felt confident about securing top marks.

Afterward arrived Fundamentals of Magic Zone, instructing them on broadening and steadying their individual magic zones… those unseen realms where their abilities took shape.

Brannic faced initial difficulties, his brute force conflicting with the precise equilibrium needed. Yet through determination, he started to steady his zone and expand its scope.

Additional courses occurred just once or perhaps twice weekly, including the Transformation Harmonization Class among them.

In this session, learners honed the alignment of beast shapes with their core human essence.

The three talents couldn't ignore the twist… as fellow students grappled with basic wolf or hawk integrations, their hidden gifts allowed effortless success in assessments. Even so, they trained with unwavering focus, just like everyone else.

Classes wrapped up by noon…

During the afternoons, they headed to the clubs they'd signed up for.

To the surprise of many, Amaya opted for the Tea Appreciation Club.

She relished the serene ceremony of steeping tea, the discipline it required, and the nuanced craft of equilibrium. Deep down, she sensed this ability would prove useful one day.

"Even warriors require serenity," she remarked at one point, gently sipping from a fine porcelain cup…

This period marked her calmest moments of the entire day.

Vin, by contrast, enrolled in the Spirit Crafter's Club, captivated by crafting items that fused Arcane Energy and Spells into artifacts and talismans.

Though still novice, he gradually picked up the craft in the Mystical Artifacts class.

Meanwhile, Brannic drew chuckles from all by choosing the Writer's Club.

His hulking build seemed mismatched amid feathers and scrolls, yet he revealed a hidden aspiration…

"One day, I'll author novels. Tales of clashes, champions, demons. When fame comes, my name will echo, and posterity shall recall me too."

Evidently, oblivion was his greatest fear.

Such club pursuits offered them respite, and they savored every moment spent there.

Yet when dusk settled, their real ordeal commenced.

Promptly at 5 p.m., they stepped into the dedicated training chamber.

The room sprawled expansively, its groundwork overtaken by the Animus Haven magic circle.

Within the Magic Circle, meditation began, followed by ingesting a single drop of Corruption Essence and a drop of the Demon Saint's Blood, per the Professor's guidance.

As soon as the fluid met their tongues, a searing sensation ignited while it descended their gullets.

Hearts pounded fiercely, souls buckled beneath the onslaught of demonic taint.

Amaya sensed her reflexes honing to an eerie degree…

'Patience… I must conquer patience.'

Vin caught sinister whispers coaxing him toward supremacy, to tower over the rest.

'I must avoid surrendering to pride.'

Brannic endured constant trials in curbing his urge to shatter everything in sight!

The Animus Haven circle throbbed with radiance, anchoring their spirits, exposing flaws, and steering their awareness.

Every evening proved a grueling test for them...

At times, they quivered from the strain, perspiration flowing as the corruption intensified. On other occasions, exhilaration surged, power seeming tantalizingly close. Yet they pressed on without fail.

Weeks flowed from days.

Mornings brimmed with studies, as afternoon club engagements soothed their spirits...

Still, nights yielded to the Animus Haven.

Gradually, their thoughts adjusted, and Vale's Avatar observed it all...