The Central Academy students obeyed as they always had. When the principal summoned them, they went. That had been their rhythm for years, an unspoken rule carved into their bones.
And yet tonight, as they walked under the flickering lanterns of the festival, their steps felt heavier than ever before. This wasn't like the times before.
Three staff members flanked them, leading the group back through the academy grounds toward the main halls. Each of the students could hear it, the pounding of their own heartbeat, thudding so loud it seemed to echo in their ears.
Why am I so nervous? Kayzel thought as he kept his eyes forward, watching the backs of the escorts. Is it because of what Kelly said? That we shouldn't trust the Grand Magus? His jaw clenched. He knew better than anyone that the Grand Magus cared for no one but themselves. He had seen their cruelty, their cold indifference. And yet… tonight, it felt worse.
It wasn't just fear. It was doubt.
