August stealthily floated out of the window, his movements a whisper against the morning air as he perched on a sturdy branch of a tree that overlooked the courtyard below. The world around him was a tapestry of soft rustling leaves and distant murmurs, but his focus was singular. He keenly observed the scene unfolding beneath him, every detail sharpening into clarity.
A group of apprentices clad in Brander clan robes stood to one side. At the forefront, their leader—a thin, lanky youth with an eyepatch—commanded attention. The symbol on his left chest caught August's eye, two long and menacing fangs that exuded a ferocious vibe.
In an instant, recognition surged through August. "The Twin Basilisk Fang faction," he thought. This faction was renowned as the strongest apprentice faction within the Eastern High Tower, its influence and reputation casting a long shadow over the other groups.
