Velvet Academy – Student Council Room (Still Charred), Next Morning.
By all accounts, the council room should've been condemned weeks ago. The windows were gone, the chandelier was fused to the floorboards, and half the ceiling looked like a dragon had tried to roast marshmallows indoors.
To be fair, Drakana had it.
And yet, somehow, Rei found himself sitting at the very same cracked table, staring at a monstrosity placed right in the center like it was a peace offering from the gods themselves. A massive, six-tiered, cream-frosted, cherry-topped cake.
It sparkled with unnatural shimmer, smelled faintly of lavender and cinnamon, and had "PEACE SUMMIT 2.0" written across the side in disturbingly red icing that might've been blood.
Rei narrowed his eyes. "This feels… ominous."
Drakana leaned over, nostrils flaring, sparks dancing in her teeth. "Doesn't smell right, mate. Like burnt roses and… gas."
"Gas?" Rei croaked.
