The adrenaline from the arena still lingered in the air like the fading hum of a struck bell. Khael and the rest of Team 9 alongside Noah were making their way down the stone path that curved through the training grounds, boots crunching over scattered petals from Kirell's Bloom Affinity.
They hadn't gotten far before a tall figure stepped into their path.
\White hair like ash-struck snow.
Burnt-silver eyes that seemed to weigh and measure everything in a single glance.
"Oh come on… I just got here today," Solen Drayvahn said, voice dripping with mock disappointment.
Ceyla crossed her arms, still sore from her match but unable to hide her smirk. "It's your fault for being late."
Solen staggered back theatrically, clutching his chest as if struck. "Aurhg, it hurts…" He
sank to one knee in mock agony, drawing an eye-roll from half the group.
Khael just sighed, shifting his pack on his shoulder. The sound was almost drowned out by
