It took a while—and a few well-placed pokes at Katherine's tense thighs—for her to finally let go of her sudden obsession with turning Cassian into a mage. He had no idea what had sparked her newfound determination, but from a mage's perspective, he could see the logic. With the system's learning capabilities, it probably would have been more efficient to mold someone into a mage rather than a warrior.
Still, Cassian had no interest in following that path. It wasn't just about preference—it was about identity. He was born with Ven Dyke blood, and that blood carried a legacy of warriors, not spellcasters. To turn his back on that would feel like betraying everything his family stood for. The Ven Dyke name wasn't just connected to strength; it was strength, forged by generations of powerful fighters.
