The golden rays of Seravelle's dawn fell softly over the courtyard of Veyl Academy, painting the stone paths in warm amber. A breeze swept through the hanging banners, the insignia of the Academy fluttering with quiet pride.
Standing before the arched gate were three silhouettes Khael Corzedar, Ceyla Nox, and Juno Arkai each bearing their own weight of purpose. Their cloaks rippled slightly, the faint hum of affinity energy glimmering beneath the folds.
It was time.
Footsteps echoed from behind. Measured. Precise. The sound of boots clicking like clockwork.
A familiar, calm voice followed.
"Seems like we are in your care, Khael."
The speaker Andromeda Ban emerged from the sunlight, his posture immaculate. Polished boots caught the glint of the morning light, white gloves pristine as ever. The faint glow of his Echo Sigil pulsed at his collar steady, disciplined, alive.
Khael turned to meet his gaze and smiled faintly.
"Likewise, Andromeda."
