As the superiors departed through their private exit, the hall's lighting brightened once more, flooding the space with a warm glow that signaled the official end of the assembly. A wave of chatter rose immediately, and students began filing out in groups, drifting toward the exits like currents in a restless tide.
Even among the bustle, a noticeable number of eyes turned toward Liam. Whispered murmurs darted from one cluster of students to another, some subtle, others not so much. Liam ignored them effortlessly as he rose from his seat, brushing off the attention as though it were a breeze brushing past.
"Damn, dude," Dylan remarked, standing as well with his usual incredulous grin. "You're really famous now. And everyone—and I mean everyone—knows who you are, even though you had zero plans to spill your identity."
