Zephyrion stood calmly atop the southern fortress walls, overlooking the more than a thousand cadets gathered below. It was several minutes to dawn, with the sun only beginning to peek over the horizon, painting the clouds in a dim orange glow.
The morning air was cold, mixing well with the tension that clung to the southern cadets. The events of last night were still fresh in the minds of many.
Arcturus Aur Eryndor, a prince of the Ferran Empire, the Undying Prince, had single-handedly taken over a fortress. To the cadets, such prowess was difficult to fathom, especially when it belonged to a fellow cadet. Now, their minds couldn't help but wander. What if Arcturus decided to come for them? What would happen then?
