Two city guards stood at a corner where none usually patrolled, their armor catching the last light of day as they scanned the streets with sharp, wary eyes.
A merchant was packing up his stall much faster than normal, not even bothering to haggle with the last customer, his movements hurried and tense.
Further down the lane, a group of women walked closely together, speaking in low voices and constantly glancing over their shoulders as if expecting trouble at any moment.
The whole town seemed to be holding its breath.
And only I know it was Kiara who killed the High Mage's right hand.
He kept his hands in his pockets, his black hair shifting slightly in the cool breeze.
Tomorrow was the weekend.
No academy, no classes, no need to maintain his loser facade for two full days.
He could fool around freely.
Maybe visit Eva and push her limits again, tease Olivia until her cold mask cracked, or find new ways to guide the other girls.
Plenty of time for that.
