THUD!
A powerful pressure filled the air.
I stiffened.
A new presence.
No… not just one.
Multiple.
I turned my head just as several figures stepped into the ruined hall.
Professors.
Their robes fluttered as they entered, their expressions grim.
The sheer force of their collective aura made the air feel heavier, pressing against my shoulders like an invisible weight.
Among them, leading the group, was Zeva.
Her piercing green eyes locked onto mine instantly, sharp and unreadable.
Her long, black hair was tied back neatly, and her dark academy robes, lined with golden embroidery, barely swayed as she walked.
She looked quite furious.
She surveyed the scene with cold calculation, her eyes moving from the fallen students to me. Her lips thinned.
"…Aestrea."
She said my name evenly, with no anger in her tone or emotion. But somehow, that made it worse.
Silence hung between us.
More professors arrived, standing behind her—each one a master in their perspective field.
