The academy's grand hall smelled of burning candles and parchment. Hundreds of students filled the chamber, their cloaks brushing the cold stone floors. Banners for each faction hung from the ceiling, fluttering in the chill wind.
Lyra clutched her shadow blade, her fingers trembling with excitement and fear. She had survived the forest, illusions, and shadow attacks—but this… this was different.
The head instructor's voice boomed across the hall.
"Welcome to the Annual Academy Tournament. A competition to test skill, strategy, courage, and survival instincts. This is not a game. Only the strong survive, and the weak… will be left behind."
The giant magical screen behind him glowed red, displaying the arena—a vast, shifting maze surrounded by floating platforms and mist.
Lyra's heart skipped. The maze wasn't just physical. It was magical. Dangerous. Full of traps, creatures, and illusions designed to kill.
"Lyra Nocturne," the instructor said, locking eyes with her. "Your power… is exceptional. You will be closely observed."
Whispers rippled through the crowd: F-rank girl with forbidden power? Impossible…
Kael appeared near the back, shadow lingering like smoke around him. His dark eyes found hers briefly, an unreadable expression etched on his face.
He's watching me… Lyra thought. And I have no idea if it's admiration… or suspicion.