Chapter 70: Hello Sister.
Elara’s POV
The tour was a joke.
A slow, agonizing march through territory dressed in polished lies and staged perfection. They called it a field excursion. A diplomatic gesture. A learning opportunity.
I called it mockery with a travel itinerary.
Every time a patrol guard puffed up his chest to explain “protocols” or pointed proudly at stone towers like they were carved by divine hands, I wanted to shove a blade through my own ears. Or theirs. Whichever was closer.
The students around me were practically salivating. Big eyes. Slack jaws. Whispered admiration.
“Oh my goddess, the command hall is even bigger than the one at North Howl.”
“I heard this place has never been breached. Ever.”
“Look at that training pit. It’s flawless. Not a single dent on the
