Kai's Point of View
The morning feels off from the moment I woke up.
The academy grounds hum with their usual rhythm, chatter spilling from dorm windows, trainers shouting in the distance, and the clang of metal from the sparring rings. Everything looks normal. Everything feels normal, or at least it should. But it is not.
I can feel it.
Maybe it is just the leftover tension from Noctwyn, or maybe it is that the air feels thicker today, heavier somehow, like the world is holding its breath.
Luke is already up when I step out of my room, he is leaning against the hallway wall with two water bottles in hand. He tosses me one. “Well you look like hell, man.”
“I did not sleep much.”
He grins. “Join the club.”
We head towards the training grounds, falling into that familiar rhythm, step
