From MC's perspective:
The dean's words lingered in the air, calm and final.
"Vincent, now you can go. I hope we will meet soon," he said, his eyes heavy with unspoken implications.
I nodded, thanking him once more for his guidance, but the weight of his tone stuck with me. The formality of it all left me uneasy, yet I pushed the thoughts aside. With a deep breath, I turned and followed Elder Galvin, who stood waiting, his expression unreadable.
Together, we made our way swiftly to the transportation area. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the vast hallway, but my mind was elsewhere, racing through the events of the past few days.
We arrived at the landing bay where a sleek, specially-designed aircraft awaited us, its engines humming quietly. It gleamed under the artificial lights, looking like something straight out of a dream—or a nightmare, depending on how one saw it.
