Eghosa Precious woke to roaring.
Not noise.
Not shouting.
Not even anger.
A full-scale battlefield roar that made the villa tremble down to its bones.
"WHERE IS THE HUNTING PIT!?"
"WHERE IS THE BLOOD!?"
"WHERE IS THE PREY!?"
Eghosa shot upright in her bed, heart pounding against her ribs hard enough to bruise.
Rek'thar was in the kitchen.
And the nutritional dispensers were begging for mercy.
"PLEASE REFRAIN FROM—
PLEASE REF—
PLEASE REFRA—"
A wall rippled… then punched him back.
Rek'thar tumbled across the living space like a meteor sent in the wrong direction, crashing into a recliner with a groan.
Eghosa stared at the ceiling.
This is my morning now?
---
The villa began waking up one inhabitant at a time.
Melissa shuffled out first, hair in complete war mode, yawning like someone who had survived emotional trauma in her dreams.
"If this villa survives one month," she muttered, "I'd better receive a medal from the UNE."
Cairn followed, wearing full armor to brush his teeth — he had slept in his armor which hadn't even been repaired since his battle withTheran
He walked with heavy clanking steps, mint foam at the corners of his mouth, nodding at them as if his behavior was completely rational.
Eghosa blinked at him.
He nodded again, proudly.
Olenna drifted out next, her silver hair glowing faintly, the bioluminescent horns humming softly like night lanterns.
"The house says Rek'thar has exactly three more structural offenses before it activates higher measures.
She giggled softly
Rek'thar hissed from the recliner.
"The house is a coward."
Sol-Vaar floated past them like an upside-down comet, hair drifting like white fire.
"It is incredible," he said with cold disdain, "that incompetence manages to manifest so early in the day."
"Descend and say that to my face," Rek'thar growled.
"I would," Sol-Vaar replied, "but your scent insults the air."
Melissa rubbed her forehead.
Can we all please be calm, "We haven't even eaten."
I think I would listen to the sensible human, Sol-Vaar looked at her, eating is for the mundane I only do it for taste not for survival, oh you think you're better than us because you don't need to eat you snow skin
What did you just call me Sol-Vaar began to lower himself slowly, baka grunted back ready for action....as the tension built into the air
ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's it can you guys just stop all this, you are both strong we get, but isn't this just a stupid fight?
Hmm I agree there's no honor in beating you because you look annoying Rek' thar said
I also agree there no honor in bullying the weak
One day we shall see- Melissa just stood watching their conflict with frustration
---
And then there was Amos.
Silent.
Still.
Reading on the couch with a calm that wasn't peaceful —
more like the eerie stillness of a deep lake you suspect might hide something dangerous below.
No one walked too close to him.
Not out of fear.
Not out of respect.
Just instinct.
Cairn subconsciously sharpened his blade farther away, he understood his childhood friend and knew he was probably plotting something.
Melissa shifted seats once she realized she was beside him, she knew that expression too well.
Rek'thar made a wide circle to avoid his corner, he didn't know why he simply didn't want anything to do with this particular one.
Sol-Vaar floated in a lazy curve instead of passing overhead.
Only Olenna whispered to Eghosa:
"I can feel all of your emotions. Even tiny ones. But him…"
Her horns dimmed in unease.
"…he feels like a locked door."
Eghosa swallowed.
Amos did not look up.
---
The chaos rose again when Rek'thar tried punching the kitchen dispenser a second time—
and the villa wall slapped him again.
He went flying.
Olenna clapped cheerfully.
"Oh! The villa improved its reaction time!"
Sol-Vaar drifted higher.
"This entire structure is beneath me."
The wall rippled in offense.
Even Sol-Vaar hesitated.
"I apologize," he said flatly—to the wall.
The wall calmed.
Eghosa pressed her hand over her mouth to stop a hysterical laugh.
---
Just when the villa felt two insults away from collapsing into war—
All seven Identifiers lit up at once.
A brilliant, synchronized pulse of azure light illuminated the villa's living space, creating a ring of glowing lines across the ceiling.
A message unfolded in front of each of them:
RACIAL ORIENTATION
BEGINS IN ONE HOUR.
REPORT TO YOUR SPECIES HALL.
Silence.
The stunned kind.
Melissa's eyebrows shot up.
"Wait—racial orientation? Are we seriously being divided?"
Cairn frowned deeply.
"That's… not what I expected. Isn't this supposed to unite all Master Races?"
Eghosa felt a drop of cold settle in her stomach.
Sol-Vaar folded his arms.
"This is correct. Mixed teaching would slow our development."
Rek'thar thumped his chest.
"Good. Strength is found in one's own blood first."
Olenna tilted her head.
"But… I wanted to see other cultures. This feels lonely."
Cairn let out a slow breath.
"This feels like something else entirely."
And Eghosa thought the same thing:
If the Academy wanted unity…
Why separate them?
She looked toward Amos.
He closed his book.
No reaction.
No confusion.
No visible thought.
Just calm acceptance.
He walked toward the exit.
And everyone moved out of his path without realizing it.
Olenna hugged her arms.
"…he scares me," she whispered.
Eghosa didn't correct her.
---
Outside the villa, the world stole her breath.
The entire dimension looked like a pristine Eden untouched by time:
Skies painted with soft pastel gradients.
Trees impossibly tall, their leaves shimmering gold.
Mist rolling in waves across the earth, scattering light like glitter.
Rivers that sang, harmonizing in faint musical tones.
Even Sol-Vaar paused mid-air.
Olenna's horns glowed brighter in delight.
Rek'thar inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring.
Cairn stared around in a mixture of awe and suspicion.
"It's like the world is… pure," Melissa whispered.
Eghosa realized something deeper:
Nothing here felt built.
It felt… grown.
The villas weren't placed on the land.
They were woven into it.
Like roots.
Like living systems.
It reminded Eghosa painfully of her brother's words:
"A perfect building is one that doesn't interrupt nature—it lives with it."
This place did exactly that.
---
Their walk to the orientation halls felt like stepping through a dream.
Every leaf that brushed their path glowed.
Every stone beneath their feet hummed faintly.
Every breath tasted clean enough to sting their lungs.
A forked path materialized in front of them, glowing gently:
→ HUMAN ORIENTATION HALL
← ALL OTHER RACES
A strange heaviness settled in Eghosa's chest.
Truly, today marked the first real separation.
Rek'thar pounded toward the Baka arena with feral anticipation.
Sol-Vaar ascended toward the Omini-Narian wing like a drifting star.
Olenna skipped happily toward the Jada sanctum.
Cairn marched toward the human direction with soldierly determination.
Melissa followed, sighing as if reality itself burdened her.
Amos didn't look back.
Not once.
Eghosa stood for a heartbeat, watching her mismatched, chaotic villa scatter into the distance like players moving into separate stages of a game she didn't understand yet.
A soft ache touched her chest.
Their differences… were real.
Their tensions… undeniable.
Their mysteries… growing.
But somehow, this villa—this chaotic combination—
felt like the first piece of something fate was trying to shape.
She took a breath.
Then she followed the path toward the humans.
Toward whatever came next.