The academy was in disarray.
Sophomores under Trevor's influence had begun stirring conflict across the campus, instigating fights, pressuring first-years, and creating an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty.
Everything was going exactly as planned.
Almost.
Trevor tapped his fingers against his desk, his brow slightly furrowed as one of his subordinates stood before him, nervously shifting on his feet.
"You're telling me you can't find him?" Trevor asked, voice calm but dangerously cold.
The sophomore swallowed hard. "We checked everywhere—the training grounds, the gravity chambers, the gym—but Astron isn't training at all."
Trevor's fingers stilled.
That was odd.
Astron had always been predictable. He was the type to train constantly, refining his techniques, honing his skills. Trevor had expected him to fall into his usual habits, making it easy to corner him again.
But instead, he had disappeared.
"Are you saying he's hiding?" Trevor asked, tilting his head slightly.
