POV: Luna
We didn't sleep that night.
How could we? Malachar's dark magic was still pressed against the wards, testing for weaknesses.
The Headmaster had called an emergency faculty meeting. Students were confined to dorms. Guards patrolled the perimeter.
But my friends and I snuck out anyway.
We needed to see the sigil Malachar had left behind. Needed to understand what we were dealing with.
Cole led us through the secret passages he'd learned during his time as a student. We emerged near the forest edge, close to where the ritual had taken place.
The clearing was scorched. The ritual circle was still visible, burned into the earth.
But that wasn't what caught my attention.
There was a sigil carved into the largest tree. It pulsed with dark energy, glowing faintly red in the moon
