Noah stood by his window, his gaze fixed on the academy gates in the distance.
If it were anyone else, the image wouldn't be this clear, but his eyes were special.
The moonlight shone brightly, its light spilling across the courtyard, where the last of the students shuffled through with weary steps.
The great iron gates groaned as they began to swing shut, sealing the academy off from the outside world for the night.
For most, it was the promise of safety. For Noah, it was a reminder that safety was an illusion.
He shut the window with a quiet click, exhaling slowly.
His thoughts were still on the charred, broken figure he had handed over earlier. Snake.
He had squeezed him dry of information, then delivered him into Rowe's hands.
That chapter was closed. But Snake was just a link in the chain. The rot extended deeper. To the root.
And Noah always went for the root.
His cloak rustled as he called on his mana.
