The moment the heavy doors of the assembly hall shut behind us, the muffled voices inside disappear.
Silence swallows us whole.
Alpha Soren doesn’t stop walking until we reach the eastern wing of the academy, where hardly anyone ever passes during lectures.
A narrow stone bridge connecting two towering sections of Supraveil, suspended several floors above the academy grounds. Below, I can see students crossing courtyards lined with silver-leafed trees, while beyond them stretched training arenas, towering dormitories, and ancient buildings woven together with sleek glass walkways that reflect the afternoon sun.
The breeze carries the scent of rain.
It should have been calming.
Instead, my anxiety grows.
When he finally stops, he remains facing the endless view beyond the bridge.
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