The training grounds of Arcadia Academy, usually alive with shouts, clangs, and bursts of mana, were silent. Deathly silent.
Luca's eyes widened as he stepped inside. Hundreds of students filled the vast arena, yet not a single voice rose above the stillness. Some stood with their arms crossed, their uniforms torn and dirt-stained. Others sat on the ground, bandaged and bruised, exhaustion etched into their very bones. Even from a distance, Luca could see the remnants of battle in their faces—the hollow-eyed fatigue of those who had fought for their lives.
W-what is this…? he thought, his throat tightening. His voice escaped in a shaky whisper:
"W-why is everyone here…?"
Selena, standing beside him, kept her gaze fixed ahead, offering no reply.
Instead, Kyle placed a steady hand on Luca's shoulder, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Luca blinked at him in confusion.
