Dominion of The Beast Masters

Chapter 143: Rules Of Nature



The events of the Greenridge finals rippled through the world, leaving a lasting impact. It wasn't just the battles themselves that captured attention, it was the spectacle, the drama, and one specific moment that sparked a wave of controversy.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The battle between Eratz and Gabriel became famous, not only for its intensity but for something else entirely: Gabriel's confession about Kenny, spoken loud and clear in front of the roaring crowd. The camera captured every word, and within hours, the clip spread like wildfire across social media.

Within hours, the clip of Gabriel's statement was shared worldwide, a viral moment dissected by analysts, fans, and gossip channels alike.

Kenny's downfall became the subject of countless discussions, talk shows, and social media posts. People dug deeper, unearthing more details about his actions and his connections.

It wasn't long before the ties between Kenny and Genova Academy came to light.

The backlash was swift and merciless. Genova Academy, a symbol of prestige in Grushia, became a laughingstock. The accusations and the public's fury brought with them a tide of ridicule and scorn.

Memes and parodies flooded the internet, and what was once a respected institution now found itself in the crosshairs of public outrage.

Facing this storm, the director of Genova Academy, who had already issued warnings, decided it was time to act. Her threats weren't empty, and she moved swiftly, cutting ties and severing the connections that had brought this shame upon the academy.

True to her word, several heads rolled. High-ranking officials, especially those involved in beast tamer training and the disciplinary committee, were dismissed overnight.

Among them was one particular individual who had been missing for too long, Eliza.

In the director's office, Rowan stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the door with an uneasy expression. The director sat behind her desk, fingers tapping in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

The door creaked open, and Eliza stepped inside, looking like a blooming flower. She was dressed sharply, her dark hair pulled back, glasses perched neatly on her nose. Her indifferent expression only deepened the disdain on the director's face.

The director leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing.

"Eliza," she began, her voice cold. "I'm giving you one last chance to explain yourself. If you do, you might escape with just a sanction."

Eliza smirked, adjusting her glasses.

"Explain?" she said with a chuckle. "There's nothing to explain. You have the power to fire me in this educational circus, so why don't you just use it?"

The director's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her composure.

"Despite everything, I still believed in your knowledge, your expertise," she said slowly. "But your behavior has become a serious problem."

Eliza rolled her eyes, a snort escaping her.

"Oh, of course. It's all about the academy's reputation now, isn't it? The noble establishment that mistreated the hero Eratz and then turned into a witch hunt. How honorable. Being part of the survivors offers no reward, only a front-row seat to the next public execution."

The director's expression hardened.

"Is that why you've been missing all this time?" she asked sharply. "Disappearing when you claimed looking for a solution to salvage this masquerade?"

Eliza waved a hand dismissively.

"I was busy," she said coolly. "I was working on something with Mercury, and I found someone interesting. I thought I could use him, it was a perfect weapon, but after that drama, it was obvious it was already over for Genova. I decided to wait for the inevitable storm." The director's eyes narrowed, her tone dripping with barely-contained fury.

"You brought this to us, Eliza. You insisted that we track down Eratz. This entire scandal started because of your reckless decisions."

Eliza crossed her legs, leaning back with a laugh."

Ah, there it is. Your favorite technique: 'blame someone else for your own incompetence."" Rowan's face flushed with anger, and he stepped forward, unable to hold back any longer. "Incompetence?" he snapped, his voice filled with indignation. "You want to talk about incompetence, Eliza? You vanished when the academy needed you most, hiding away while others tried to clean up our mess! Don't you dare blame people, because you're not any better."

Eliza's smirk only widened as she adjusted her glasses.

"Oh, is that so? And what about you, Rowan? Promoted to head teacher, how fancy. Tell me, how did you manage that? So close to the fire, yet you came out wealthier. Was it a miracle? Or maybe it had something to do with those two prodigies you just enrolled, the new hope with the sacred blood of Eratz. Geez, this isn't an academy, but a church."

Rowan's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. He opened his mouth to respond, but the director held up a hand to stop him.

"Enough," the director said, her voice cold. "There's no point arguing. Things happen for a reason. Unlike you, Eliza, Rowan is fighting to redeem himself. He made mistakes, but he's working to correct them. That's why he deserves a second chance. You, on the other hand, have shown me exactly who you are."

Eliza laughed, a mocking, bitter sound.

"If you were honest, you'd quit first, Granny."

Rowan stepped forward, his face flushed with anger.

"You're going too far," he snapped.

The director raised a hand, silencing him.

"Let her speak, Rowan. This is her last stand anyway."

Eliza's smile widened, but it was a smile without warmth.

"Oh, yes, you're right. It's my last stand, correct," she said, reaching into her pocket. "But not in the way you think."

She pulled out a small object and placed it on the director's desk. It was a crest, beautifully crafted with intricate, looping lines forming a golden infinity symbol. with a small, deep purple gemstone embedded at the intersection of the loops.

Rowan's eyes widened in shock.

"That's..."

Eliza nodded, her smirk turning triumphant.

"This," Eliza said, her voice taunting as she tapped the crest, "is the insignia of Infinite Twilight. An agency that's a cut above, known worldwide for its formidable talent pool."

She smirked, leaning back with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Of course, they needed someone with an elite eye to scout for them, so naturally, they chose

the best they could find," she teased, her smile widening.

Eliza's tone was sharp, each word laced with a sense of superiority.

"So, as you said, Granny, my dawn and your dusk are long overdue," she continued, "why

settle for mediocrity when you can have excellence?"

The director's expression faltered, replaced with a look of disbelief.

"Infinite Twilight?" she repeated, stunned.

Eliza leaned back, crossing her arms.

"Yes, Infinite Twilight," she said, savoring the shock on their faces. "Home to some of the greatest beast masters in the world. Their ranks include talents like the Stormbringer and the Frost Empress. Real power. Unlike this place, which can only dream of holding onto its stars."

Rowan looked at her, dumbfounded.

"You've aligned yourself with them?"

Eliza chuckled, leaning forward.

"Yes, I have. Let me tell you something, Rowan, Director, an academy like Genova is nothing but a glorified nursery. You nurture talents only to see them leave when they get too good. The best you can hope for is to brag about your alumni. Meanwhile, an agency like Infinite Twilight is the shell of a warrior. It provides a home, resources, connections. It's a place where talents can grow without the shackles of outdated bureaucracy."

The director's hands tightened into fists.

"You're delusional," she snapped. "This academy is built on history, on education..."

"On stagnation," Eliza interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just leeches, feeding off the talents until they leave. In an agency, we build stars, we don't drain them dry.

And I? I'm done working in a place with no vision."

She leaned closer, smirking.

"Of course, I'll let you fire me. I could use the severance pay. Think of it as a donation to Infinite Twilight, and my way of forgiving your uselessness. Don't worry, you can try to get your money back with Eratz's siblings. Take good care of them until we come to snatch them

from you in two years."

The director took a deep breath, her gaze steady.

"Give a bone to a dog, and you'll see its true face."

Eliza laughed, standing up and pocketing the crest.

"Indeed, I'm sure you weren't all bark before becoming director. But life is like a train, and if

you don't catch it, you're just a sheep watching it pass."

With one last mocking smile, she turned on her heel.

"Looking forward to not seeing each other again," she said over her shoulder.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the office in tense silence.

Rowan let out a shaky breath, his eyes lingering on the door.

"She's really gone," he murmured, as if trying to grasp the reality of it. There was a hollow

disbelief in his voice, a sense of being left behind.

The director leaned back in her chair, her fingers rubbing her temples. She sighed deeply, eyes

closing for a brief moment.

"Yes," she replied softly. "And honestly, it was about time."

Rowan's expression tightened. He stood there, stunned, his mind reeling from the exchange. He struggled to find the right words, his thoughts racing.

"How does this even make sense?" he muttered, almost to himself. "She caused so much

trouble, and yet she just... walks away with a promotion? How can the world work like this?" The director opened her eyes and gave him a tired, almost pitying look. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk as if weighed down by an unseen burden.

"It's not 'the' world, Rowan," she said quietly. "It's 'our' world. The world of beast masters.

The strong will always rule. Even if they fall, they rise again. That's just the rules of nature."

She massaged her sinuses, her gaze drifting to the window as if looking for answers outside

the confines of her office.

"I half-expected something like this from her. It's frustrating, isn't it? To find yourself on the side of the weak. It's a bitter pill to swallow."

Rowan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Then we need to change it," he said, his voice filled with a fierce determination. "We can't

keep letting the strong dictate everything. We have to build a world where everyone has a

chance, where..."

The director cut him off with a weary sigh. She looked at him with a mixture of sadness and

resignation.

"So you're asking everyone to be weak, Rowan?" she asked gently. "You want to create a

world where strength doesn't matter? It's a nice dream, but it's not reality. Reality is that she's right, we have hope because we got two prodigies. Because we got two prodigies, Kenny's case is suspended and he hasn't been sanctioned yet. Because we still hope that he

will rise again, and be grateful toward us."

Rowan's gaze filled with disbelief. He lowered his gaze, the fire in his eyes dimming slightly.

He took a deep breath, but couldn't find the words to counter her.

The director leaned back, watching him.

"The best we can do," she said softly, "is make sure those with power have a sense of

responsibility. But changing the entire system? That's a battle we've been fighting for generations, and it's a battle that never really ends."

She turned her chair away, looking out the window at the distant horizon. "It's exhausting, Rowan. But if we don't follow the flow, we'll drown in this sea."

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