The sunlight was gentle, casting a golden hue over the courtyard as the breeze rustled the trees, sending a few leaves drifting through the air like forgotten memories. It would've been serene—peaceful, even—if not for the occasional blasts of magic cutting through the stillness and the rhythmic sound of deep, exhausted breaths echoing from the training ground.
Lilith stood nearby, arms folded, her expression unreadably calm. This had become a part of her daily routine—watching the pink-haired girl train with single-minded focus.
Iris was relentless, devotedly following the rigorous regimen Damon had left behind for her before he disappeared for his end-of-semester evaluation.
Which, as it turned out, had gone disastrously wrong.
Damon and his party were now missing, vanished without a trace.
