Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 254: The Thunder Seed Room

Chapter 254: The Thunder Seed Room

Before Eleanor could drown completely in her turmoil, Scáthach’s voice cut through her thoughts like the edge of a blade.

"General Arrichion," she commanded, "return to the academy and inform the Core Magic Department that Eleanor will occupy the Origin Thunder Seed chamber for the next forty-eight hours. After that, bring her back to me."

Arrichion hesitated, his brow furrowing. "Supreme Grandmaster, the Thunder Seed schedule is always crowded. Shouldn’t we allow them time to reschedule? And Eleanor will miss several classes during this period."

Scáthach’s eyes sharpened. "They have no choice but to obey."

Her gaze slid to Eleanor, pinning her like a spear. "All you must do is touch the seed within forty-eight hours. Do not fear the lightning in the chamber. Do not resist it. Accept it into your body. Remember... after awakening the Thunderbolt bloodline, you are lightning yourself. Walk step by step towards the seed. If the pain becomes unbearable, remain where you are until it lessens enough for you to continue. But never, never step back. The academy’s guides will tell you to leave when the agony overwhelms you. That advice is garbage. You are an alpha werewolf... your regeneration is your armour. Use it. Endure. Advance."

Her voice grew harsher, each word hammering into Eleanor’s chest. "As for your classes, books will help you later. Professors will answer your questions when you return. What is the use of carrying the Mind Reaver bloodline if you must cling to others at every step? Trust your own mind. Forge your own path."

Then, with a flick of her hand, she dismissed them. "Go. Return to me only after you have trained enough."

Her fingers traced a brief, intricate pattern through the air, and before Eleanor could blink, the throne room vanished. She found herself standing once more outside the fortress, in the thin, salt-bitten air, a glowing teleportation door shimmering before her.

"Let’s go," Arrichion said simply, stepping into the light. Eleanor followed.

The next moment, she stood again in the quiet chamber of the Combat Department where the gateway was housed. Arrichion moved without pause, pressing a small pill into her palm.

"This is a food pill," he said. "It will sustain you for three days. After that, your reserves will run dry if you do not eat properly. Now, go to the Lightning School. I’ll see everything is arranged before you arrive there."

deeply.

the floor as she left, the pill clenched tight in

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enrolled as a visiting student. A few minutes earlier, she had received a peculiar directive from the department... the Thunder Seed room had been rescheduled for forty-eight hours and that slot had been allocated to Cadet Eleanor. Even a professor who had been due to enter the room had been asked to

Eleanor with an incredulous look... a mixture of pity, admiration and disbelief; mostly pity. It was well known that first-timers were allotted only half an

could not help thinking someone was being

you enter the Thunder Seed room," the receptionist said,

It mainly explained what she could and could not do in the Thunder Seed room,

began in the green zone and progressed slowly toward red; the Black zone, at the heart of the chamber, was where the Seed itself was

manual also warned against overexertion... even awakened students were advised to spend no more than

Black zone within forty-eight hours," Eleanor thought. "Arrichion didn’t

doubts aside and replaced them with determination. "I’ll take it as an entrance test for Scáthach’s tutelage. She’s interested in me, otherwise she wouldn’t have taken the time. One step at a time. Time will tell

"I’ve read it all. I am ready to enter the Thunder Seed Room. Please, show

follow me." The receptionist walked

levels. After descending two levels, they

through this door. You will find everything exactly as described in

nothing happened. Seeing this, the receptionist remarked, "Ah! You

against the metal. A soft click echoed, and

already imagining the bleak future awaiting this naïve cadet, then turned and walked

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