The schedule wasn't different.
That was the first thing Lucas noticed when he finally opened it.
Same blocks. Same rotations. Same evaluation tag sitting quietly at the top like it hadn't already reshaped half the academy.
For a second, he just stared at it, thumb hovering over the screen.
"Figures," he muttered.
No escalation. No warning label. No note about missing students or adjusted expectations. Just another day, formatted clean and neutral.
He locked the screen and got up anyway.
The corridor had that early-morning stillness again, but now Lucas knew better than to trust it. Quiet didn't mean calm here. It meant something had already happened, and the system had decided it didn't need to say it out loud.
A door down the hall opened as he stepped out. Tomas.
The kid looked like he hadn't slept much, but he was dressed, alert, already holding a tablet in one hand.
He hesitated when he saw Lucas.
"Morning."
Lucas nodded. "You coming in early?"
