The Sacred Land of Divinia had fully awakened by the time Nolan finally returned toward his residence.
Nolan walked quietly through one of the upper residential corridors overlooking the city, golden eyes lingering briefly toward the scenery beyond the open arches lining the hallway.
Compared to the chaos inside his own thoughts last night, the peaceful atmosphere surrounding Divinia now felt strangely distant.
Yet calmer.
At the very least, the foreign memories no longer felt like they were trying to tear his mind apart every few moments.
Though, they still remained there.
But for Nolan, this was a good thing.
Continuing to obsess pointlessly over fragmented visions and impossible memories would solve absolutely nothing right now.
He still lacked far too many answers.
Were those truly memories from another world?
Were they future visions?
Or were they simply fragments of madness left behind after whatever had happened to him during the night?
Nolan still wasn't entirely certain.
The foreign memories certainly contained disturbing familiarity with places, institutions, and concepts connected to his own world.
He had even seen glimpses of himself through some of those fragmented visions — older than he currently was, standing somewhere within Astralis alongside unfamiliar faces and situations.
Yet despite all that, skepticism still lingered stubbornly inside his thoughts.
Because accepting that he somehow possessed knowledge of the future after nearly being consumed by another soul sounded insane no matter how he looked at it.
For now, blindly believing every fragmented vision would only make him lose himself further.
So, Nolan had already decided on the simplest solution possible.
Observe and listen.
Verify things slowly over time.
If those memories truly contained fragments of the future, eventually reality itself would confirm it.
Until then, there was no point allowing himself to spiral endlessly chasing answers he currently lacked the ability to find.
That conclusion alone had calmed his thoughts considerably.
By the time Nolan finally entered his room once more, the tension lingering faintly across his expression had already softened slightly compared to earlier.
Warm silence greeted him upon entering his room again.
Soft sunlight now spilled faintly through towering windows overlooking Divinia beyond while amber mana lamps continued glowing dimly throughout the room despite the growing daylight.
The atmosphere felt peaceful once more, the lingering traces of last night's psychological turmoil now replaced by quiet morning stillness.
Nolan exhaled slowly before running one hand through his slightly damp golden hair.
He needed a shower.
Not because he was physically dirty.
But because after everything that had happened throughout the night, Nolan desperately wanted to feel normal again.
The bathroom connected to his room carried the same elegant sacred aesthetic present throughout most Church structures.
Smooth white stone reflected soft morning light filtering through frosted glass windows while warm steam drifted gently through the spacious room beneath subtle golden mana illumination embedded into the walls themselves.
The moment warm water flowed across Nolan's body, some of the lingering tension trapped inside his muscles finally began easing properly for the first time since waking up.
Heat spread gradually across pale skin while steam curled softly through the quiet bathroom around him.
For several long moments, Nolan simply stood there silently beneath the flowing water with his eyes closed.
No thoughts.
No fragmented memories.
Just warmth.
The sensation alone felt grounding after spending so long trapped inside his own increasingly unstable thoughts.
Water slid slowly down his shoulders and chest before disappearing across the polished white floor beneath him while soft morning light illuminated drifting steam throughout the chamber.
Then—
Annoyingly enough—
another intrusive thought surfaced.
Smooth pale thighs wrapped tightly around his waist while heated breathing brushed softly against his ear—
Nolan immediately opened his eyes.
"For the goddess' sake…"
The memory vanished almost as quickly as it appeared.
Yet traces of emotional residue still lingered faintly afterward, frustratingly invasive despite no longer feeling overwhelming like before.
Nolan clicked his tongue quietly before pushing the thought away once more.
At least now he could separate those emotions from himself properly.
That alone made things easier to manage.
Warm water continued flowing steadily across his body while silence reclaimed the bathroom once more.
Eventually, after forcing the lingering thoughts aside again, Nolan finished showering before quietly preparing for the day ahead.
Simple black training clothes replaced the loose nightwear from earlier while damp golden hair fell neatly around his shoulders after being dried partially beneath warm mana airflow from embedded sacred formations inside the walls.
Church attendants moved throughout the corridors carrying documents, ceremonial items, and supplies toward different districts while distant sacred hymns echoed softly between towering cathedral structures across the Sacred Land.
Floating mana constructs drifted silently overhead transporting books and materials between Church facilities while countless trainees and Holy Knights moved throughout the city beneath the growing morning activity.
The atmosphere felt alive, yet peaceful, and disciplined.
That balance had always defined Divinia.
As Nolan headed toward the Church training grounds, familiar greetings followed naturally wherever he walked.
"Morning, Master Nolan."
"Good morning."
Several younger trainees immediately straightened their posture respectfully whenever they noticed him approaching through the corridors.
Nolan acknowledged each greeting calmly with a nod before continuing forward.
Subtle glances followed him occasionally from nearby students as well.
Especially female trainees.
One younger healer trainee nearly walked directly into a pillar after staring slightly too long before immediately lowering her head in embarrassment once Nolan glanced toward her direction.
Nolan pretended not to notice.
Honestly, these reactions weren't particularly unusual for him.
But the foreign emotional contamination made him more aware of them now than before.
Which remained slightly annoying.
Soon Nolan arrived at the Church's training grounds, the atmosphere surrounding the grounds had already grown considerably more active beneath the fully risen morning sun.
Several enormous open-air training courtyards stretched throughout the district beneath towering white structures lined with sacred carvings and banners representing different Holy Knight divisions.
Combat Division trainees practiced coordinated formations beneath strict instructors while nearby support specialists trained mana synchronization exercises alongside healer divisions under separate supervision areas.
Everything possessed purpose here.
Even the movement of ordinary trainees carried clear structure shaped through years of institutional refinement.
As Nolan entered one of the primary combat courtyards, several instructors immediately noticed him approaching.
A tall middle-aged man with short grey hair folded his arms while watching Nolan calmly from beside the training field.
He was Instructor Gareth, former Combat Division Holy Knight.
He was known for his strictness and bluntness.
But was respected heavily throughout the younger training divisions.
"You're late by eight minutes," Gareth stated immediately.
Nolan glanced briefly toward the sunlit courtyard before answering calmly.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Hm."
Gareth studied him silently for a moment before nodding once.
"You do look exhausted."
"I'm fine."
"You always say that."
Despite the bluntness in his tone, no actual hostility existed between them.
If anything, Gareth had always treated Nolan slightly differently compared to most trainees.
Stricter in some areas.
More lenient in others.
Likely because he understood Nolan's temperament better than most instructors did.
Nearby, another instructor approached while adjusting the white sleeves covering her arms.
She was Instructor Serabel, a Support Division specialist.
She was known for her calm personality throughout the training grounds for being unusually patient compared to most combat instructors.
Her pale blue eyes lingered briefly on Nolan before soft concern appeared faintly across her expression.
"You really should rest more properly, Nolan," she said gently. "Your complexion looks pale."
"I'm alright."
Serabel sighed softly.
"That response would sound more convincing if you didn't look like you spent the entire night fighting ghosts."
The ironic accuracy behind the statement almost made Nolan pause slightly.
So, he simply gave a faint smile before moving toward the center training grounds.
Several nearby trainees immediately straightened upon noticing him preparing to begin practice.
Nolan ignored the attention naturally.
This routine had repeated itself for years already.
The Church invested heavily into talented younger trainees, and among the current generation within Divinia, Nolan undoubtedly stood near the top despite his limitations.
Not the strongest.
Not the most overwhelming.
But undeniably gifted.
…
The training began normally enough.
Martial forms came first.
Controlled breathing accompanied every movement as Nolan moved steadily through refined combat sequences beneath the sunlight illuminating the open courtyard.
Each strike flowed naturally into the next with polished precision shaped through years of disciplined repetition.
There were no wasted movement and no unnecessary aggression among them, just efficiency.
Nearby instructors observed quietly while younger trainees occasionally paused their own exercises briefly to watch.
Nolan's fighting style reflected the Church's ideals perfectly.
Protection, control, and coordination.
His movements lacked explosive brutality yet carried elegant precision difficult to replicate without years of disciplined refinement.
Weapon training followed soon afterward.
Long practice blades clashed sharply throughout the courtyard while Nolan sparred against multiple advanced trainees one after another beneath Gareth's supervision.
Clack!
Wood collided cleanly before Nolan redirected the opposing strike effortlessly through precise positioning rather than raw force.
A smooth pivot followed immediately afterward.
Counterstrike and controlled pressure.
Another trainee lost balance instantly before Nolan's wooden blade stopped calmly against the side of his neck.
"Again," Gareth ordered immediately.
The next exchange began without pause.
Sweat gradually gathered beneath Nolan's clothes while the morning training continued.
And throughout it all—
Nolan remained painfully aware of his own limits.
His fundamentals were excellent.
His control precise.
His movements refined.
But—
he lacked overwhelming force.
He did not have enough mana.
Not enough physical explosiveness.
Not enough pressure.
Against ordinary trainees, Nolan appeared exceptional.
Against true generational geniuses?
That gap would become obvious quickly.
Even the instructors understood it.
"Excellent form," Gareth remarked eventually while observing another completed exchange. "Your efficiency improved again."
Then his expression hardened slightly.
"But your finishing pressure remains too soft."
Nolan remained silent.
Because he already knew that.
"You hesitate too much during transitions," Gareth continued calmly. "Against real threats, polished technique alone won't stop them from crushing straight through your defenses."
The criticism wasn't cruel.
Just honest.
Nearby, Serabel crossed her arms thoughtfully while watching Nolan resume training once more.
"Still," she murmured quietly toward Gareth, "his techniques and control keeps improving faster than expected."
Gareth grunted.
"He was always talented."
Then after a brief pause:
"If he awakens a good Innate Talent during the Awakening Ceremony in the future, it may compensate for his limitations."
Nolan overheard the conversation faintly while continuing his exercises.
Yet surprisingly, the words no longer bothered him as much as they once might have.
Maybe because after witnessing fragmented glimpses of future monsters through the foreign memories, Nolan himself had already begun accepting certain truths about his own limitations long ago.
Or maybe, something inside him had already begun changing.
The realization surfaced quietly sometime later during mana circulation training.
Light element mana flowed steadily throughout Nolan's body while he maintained controlled breathing beneath the warm sunlight illuminating the courtyard.
Then suddenly—
the mana responded differently.
The golden light surrounding his body became clearer for the briefest moment.
It became purer and much more brilliant.
Almost unnaturally radiant beneath the morning sun.
Several nearby trainees blinked in surprise.
Even Gareth's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then—
it vanished.
The Light mana returned to normal almost immediately afterward as though nothing unusual had happened at all.
Silence lingered briefly across the courtyard.
"…Hmph."
Gareth eventually looked away first.
"Focus on your circulation."
Nolan frowned faintly.
'What happened just now?'
The sensation disappeared too quickly for him to properly understand what happened.
Nearby, even Serabel looked slightly uncertain for a brief moment before eventually relaxing again.
Perhaps it had simply been a trick of the sunlight.
Regardless, training resumed normally soon afterward.
Yet while Nolan continued practicing beneath the bright morning sky above the Sacred Land of Divinia, faint traces of golden light still lingered quietly somewhere deep within his soul.
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