~Omniscient
The echo of the crowd still lived faintly in Director Calen’s ears as he walked the corridor toward his office. The long glass panes reflected the torchlight in restless fragments — gold against black, like the school itself was never quite still.
He moved slowly, hands clasped behind his back, gaze distant.
The tournament had gone well enough, at least to anyone watching from the stands. The students had cheered, the teachers had smiled, the academy had completed the first day of the yearly ritual of strength and spectacle.
And yet—
Something he didn’t expect happened.
He replayed one fight scenes in his head: the vampire’s sudden command of shadows. Had he been underestimating these people? The last year, the students’ showcased powers that he expected, there were no s
