~Laurent
The courtyard was quiet, and the moon hung low — a pale coin over the academy roofs. The arcanist who stopped me earlier stood under one of the torchlights, his face half-shadowed.
“Talk about what exactly?” I asked, folding my arms.
“About the strange things happening in this school. Especially during the tournament.” He replied.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied.
He smiled thinly. “Then maybe this will interest you. I saw you near the arena during the matches yesterday. You looked… distracted. Which means you saw it too.”
I frowned. “Saw what?”
“The energy,” he said, voice low. “The kind that doesn’t belong to anyone in that ring. I’ve been sensing it all week — faint at first, then stronger every round. Someone’s interfering. Using magic that’s prohib
