The immediate crisis of the Shadow Dragon was over, but the air in the Academy remained thick with a poisonous tension. The surface world bathed in the golden light of the artificial sun, students walking to class with books under their arms, completely oblivious to the fact that the island they stood upon had almost been consumed by the void just hours ago.
Alvian stood in the shadows of a service entrance on the periphery of the main campus, watching the students pass by. His [Vestments of the Void Monarch] were hidden beneath a simple illusion spell Seraphina had cast, making him look like just another weary upperclassman.
"They have no idea," Valeria murmured, leaning against the brick wall beside him. Her silver armor was dented and scorched from the battle with Umbra, a stark contrast to the pristine uniforms of the passing students. "We saved them, and they're worrying about midterms."
