The remnants of the battle still hung in the air as Amberine, Elara, and Maris gathered near the cluster of students rescued by Alfred, Garren, and the Drakhan knights. The survivors were shaken, but alive, huddling together as if the closeness of their peers could provide some comfort after the chaos that had unfolded. The Drakhan knights, however, were an entirely different sight—disciplined, unwavering, moving like a well-oiled machine.
Elara watched with sharp eyes as the knights formed a perimeter, their movements precise and deliberate. They were a true reflection of their master, Professor Draven—cold, effective, and ever vigilant. The knights carried themselves with a quiet authority that wasn't loud or boastful but spoke volumes about their training. Each step they took, each order they barked, it was all done with a purpose.
