The dark campus is dead silent, but my earpiece is buzzing with absolute chaos.
Because my hacker boy Arlo is a certified genius, he didn't just loop the security cameras—he actively tapped into Elite Squad 1's private communication frequency.
Crouching in the damp, shadow-drenched bushes with a trembling Chloe right behind me, I listen to the terrifying, top-ranking monsters of the Academy casually chatting in my ear.
"The werewolf is stabilizing," Raphael says over the comms, discussing their secret purification potion project. "But you sound distressed, Ilius. Is the secondary formula failing?"
"The formula is fine," Ilius replies, he sounds completely traumatized. "But since you are an Angel of Wisdom, Raphael, perhaps you can answer a question for me. Can a piece of women's linger
