It had been one full week since the events in the Holy Capital.
One week since Charlotte reshaped the doctrine. One week since Orthran began preparing Elarith for the new era. And now — it was time for Phase Two.
Noel, Charlotte, and Noir stepped through the gates of Valon at dawn. The academy grounds were mostly quiet; only a handful of early students crossed the courtyard, unaware of the storm of change about to unfold across the city.
But beyond the academy walls, Valon was already stirring awake — bells ringing softly, messengers running through the streets. Word had spread quickly:
The Saint of this generation had returned to address the continent.
Waiting for them at the entrance to the main building stood Seraphina — hands behind her back, posture impeccable, expression deadly calm in the way only an overworked Student Council President could manage.
She walked toward them with deliberate steps.
"Noel," she greeted. "Charlotte. Noir."
