The corridor leading toward the Silver Dorms was strangely empty.
That alone would have been suspicious in Awakener Supreme, where the hallways were usually alive with students, chatter, footsteps, and the occasional burst of magic from some idiot showing off to a friend.
But this stretch of stone passage remained oddly quiet, almost deliberately so, as though someone had made sure the usual traffic had been rerouted for the sake of a conversation that was not meant to be overheard.
Kallan Kallahan noticed that first.
He walked at the front of the group with his hands in his pockets and his jaw set in that familiar expression of annoyed confidence he always wore when he wanted the world to remember who he was.
Residue of lightning shimmered around his fingers every now and then, little sparks dancing across his knuckles as though his body could not quite contain the power he had already absorbed from the Society's upgrades.
