It was another day of class again, and as always, students were awake early, bustling with routine preparations. The corridors echoed with the sound of footsteps, hurried chatter, and the occasional groans of exhaustion. Despite this, they pushed themselves forward, each headed to their respective classes with bags slung over shoulders and minds still somewhat hazy from the recent hunts and sudden events.
Kairos' group, however, moved differently that morning.
They were slower than usual in getting ready, their steps weighed down by an unspoken tension. There was a noticeable silence between them—one that even the usually chatty Darnell dared not break. Kairos couldn't ignore the strange stillness that had fallen over his group, and it didn't take him long to identify the source.
Darnell.
