Standing on the roof of the sports building, Sylas watched the airships whirl across the darkening sky, their engines humming like distant thunder.
His expression remained flat, unreadable to anyone who didn't know him but beneath it, a familiar tension coiled. Anticipation. Curiosity. The kind of quiet thrill he only felt when something or someone promised to be a challenge.
The hours for participants to say their goodbyes had come and gone. Shifting his gaze to the compound below, he spotted students drifting back into the building. Among them were Evren, Navian, and Willow.
Even from here, it was obvious how close the three were. Their conversations shifted between laughter, bickering, and something softer. The boys' attention never strayed far from Willow, who was swinging her unsheathed sword as she talked.
