The wind in Emberforge was unusually cold, sharper at this altitude, where towers pierced the sky and mana ran thick through the air. Kaidën walked with his usual quiet grace, steps unhurried, blindfold still wrapped firmly around his eyes. The world around him buzzed with energy—new students from all across the continents, bursting with nerves, pride, or ambition. And yet, for him, it was simply another step forward.
He turned a corner—and bam!
Two bodies collided hard enough to stagger both parties.
Kaidën stumbled slightly, holding his balance. He instinctively reached forward, steadying himself. "My bad," he said calmly, raising his head. "Are you alright?"
