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The voice that thundered across the arena earlier belonged to only one person.
Principal Camila.
She stepped forward from the back shadows of the arena, her white cloak trailing like liquid darkness behind her. Her golden hair glowed faintly under Euphoria's shifting sky, and her golden eyes— not stern, not furious, but impossibly calm, swept across the stunned crowd.
"Step aside," she said.
No one hesitated. The students parted immediately, making way for her as if the earth itself had given the order.
She walked straight toward Valkyrie and her group— Jasmine, Lily, Tekna, Soda, Suki, May, Ball, Sky, and the rest. Every step she took carried authority without effort. She didn't need to yell. She didn't need to threaten. Leadership lived in her bones.
When she stopped before them, the tension was so thick the arena felt silent— like the world was holding its breath.
Her gaze moved across their faces, one by one.
