Tista had gone with them as well to practice her combat skills against the Phoenixes of the Nest and better understand the bloodline abilities of her Phoenix heritage.
Quylla had a great time teaching the basics of magic to the newly Awakened Verhens. She was a professor at heart, which made her an excellent but strict teacher.
"Cast magic until you have no mana, and then run until you have no breath." She said. "Only once your bodies and cores reach their limit are you allowed to have a short break and a snack.
"Remember to always heal your sore muscles with light magic before using Invigoration, or you’ll hinder your body refinement."
"Is it me, or is this torture?" Senton asked, wheezing like a bellows.
"Torture? I’m not giving you one ounce of the tough love I received at the academy." Quylla replied. "As you are, you’d flunk all the first year’s subjects."
"Quylla, dear, this is not an academy, and we do not have the vigor of a fifteen-year-old." Elina said amid pants. "Can’t we take it a little easier?"
"If that’s what you want." Quylla sighed. "Remember your words the next time an Awakened comes for Surin, though."
She handed the baby girl to Elina, making her turn pale.
"Mama!" Surin pulled at Elina’s clothes. "Num num. Num num!"
Elina froze in place, having flashbacks of the day of the assault. The baby girl seemed to disappear from her arms, but the warmth and weight Elina felt reassured her it was all in her head.
"I’ll take five to feed Surin and go straight back to training." Suddenly Elina wasn’t tired anymore.
She was too scared of losing her baby girl again to feel anything at all.
"That was a low blow." Rena panted, yet renewed determination lit her eyes.
"It doesn’t make my words any less true, though." Quylla replied. "Lith won’t always be here to protect you, and there will always be someone crazy or desperate enough to take a shot at you or your kids, Rena.
"You asked me to teach you because you wanted to be able to protect your families. If you have changed your mind, you can quit anytime."
Senton and Raaz gritted their teeth in frustration. Their armor boosted their physical prowess, but so did the equipment any Awakened who might attack them possessed. Vastor’s potions greatly amplified their magical abilities, but they were still weak.
Raaz couldn’t forget how easily the Awakened woman had avoided his attacks once he had lost the surprise effect. He was an Awakened now, but he doubted things would go any differently if they had a rematch.
’At least Raaz got to throw a few punches.’ Senton felt even worse. ’The best I could do was resist the Awakened’s aura of fear and shield my baby girl like a sack of potatoes. Leria is my daughter, yet she protected me.’
As for Rena, she just needed to turn her head to listen to Lenart’s happy laughter as he played with Myrdin to reignite her will to fight.
’My baby boy has already lost his innocence because of those bastards.’ She thought. ’I won’t allow anyone to touch any of them ever again!’
Kamila, Jirni, and Selia, instead, followed Orion’s lessons about advanced magic and sparred with each other to put what they had just learned to the test.
Jirni was glad to have revealed her Awakened status because now she had sparring partners at her core development’s level. Kamila and Selia were both taller and heavier than her, which made up for the gap in their combat skills.
Up to a point, of course.
’An assassin is just a hunter of humans, child, and your light steps and habit of always going for my vitals make you a good substitute for an assassin.’ She actually thought. ’Selia is nothing compared to a Gernoff, but they would never send a green core to kill me.
’On top of that, I’d use Full Guard against a Gernoff, whereas with Selia I can afford to fight without support spells, honing my reaction speed and battle instinct.’

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