Originveil Academy. Student Council Hall.
Far from the Simharian Kingdom, the grand stone walls of the Originveil Academy's student council building stood in dignified silence.
Marble floors gleamed beneath the enchanted lanterns hanging overhead.
Ornate columns held a high ceiling painted with the history of great heroes. This place had stood for centuries as a beacon of power, magic, and governance.
Inside the student council hall—usually a place of order, strategy, and leadership—tension clung to the air like a stormcloud refusing to break.
"Do you even care what's happening outside these walls?!" Theron's voice boomed, shattering the quiet.
Across from him sat Fenna, arms crossed, one leg bouncing over the other as her red eyes narrowed at him.
Her long white ears twitched with barely contained annoyance, and her glossy white hair swayed as she tilted her head in defiance.
"Nope," she said, unbothered. "Not really. And it's not like it concerns me, does it?"
