The moment we stepped out of the grand hall, the noise followed us. Not the loud kind, not shouting or chaos, but the sharp, urgent kind of voices that carried tension beneath every word, as groups clustered together and began planning, arguing, deciding what would keep them alive and what would get them killed.
We moved as one. Back to the dorm. Back to our space. Back to the only place that felt even remotely like ours. The door had barely shut behind us before Krystal turned, already in motion.
“Alright,” she said, clapping her hands once as she looked between all of us, her energy sharp and focused.
“We don’t have time to overthink this, so we need a plan right now.”
Warrin pushed himself off the wall, his arms crossing as he leaned forward slightly, clearly already considering l
