Blanche, panic rising in her chest, shakily pulled out another rune stone and sent an urgent message to the academy.
Then, she pushed her wounded body forward, forcing herself toward the front gates of Sirius Academy, desperate to catch up with Alan.
Meanwhile, in the heart of the capital—
Alan stormed through the bustling streets like a wild tempest.
He overturned vendor stalls, shattered stone walls, and even forcibly stopped several carriages, all without pause or apology.
People screamed. Others hurled curses at him. But he didn't care.
He had only one goal: Lioncrest Academy.
His mind was blank, completely overtaken by a single, all-consuming fear—what if Isabella… was gone?
He could take the hatred, the attacks, the humiliation from Lioncrest Academy.
He could wait for his chance and return it a hundredfold.
But if something happened to Isabella?
Then he would drag the entire Lioncrest Academy to hell with him—even if it meant his own life.
