Mission: Escort of Bloom
The sky that morning was a soft grey, the clouds brushing the edge of sunrise like someone had smudged ink across a pale canvas. The scent of moss and cracked wood lingered in the clearing. And in the center of it all—
Solen Drayvahn, the team's so-called mentor, stood with both hands dramatically raised like an overexcited street performer.
White hair tousled by breeze.
Burnt-silver eyes glinting behind a smirk.
A crimson cloak trailing behind him—its edges frayed from battles no one could remember.
But that wasn't Solen.
Not really.
That was Isen, the Keiryuu, master of hidden paths and mischief. Disguised perfectly down to vocal rhythm and spiritual resonance—so perfectly, in fact, even the Echo sensors in the academy hadn't blinked.
Still, to the two young Veinwalkers before him, he was just "Mentor Solen."
And Solen was waving.
