Inside the shattered remains of the Headmaster’s office, the air was finally beginning to cool, though the scent of charred mahogany and jasmine lingered like a physical memory. Sonya Sutton stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkening sky of Forest City. She turned to Leo Shaw, her obsidian eyes searching his face with a new, profound intensity.
“Leo,” Sonya began, her voice dropping into a serious, academic hum. “Earlier, you told me that the Phoenix Academy was the only place suited for your growth. You said it was linked to your 'Secret.' Now that I’ve seen what you can do—now that I’ve felt the resonance of that feather—I have to ask: is your cultivation path truly dependent on the environment of the Phoenix fortress? Or was that just another clever line to get closer
