Moments before Gleren's arrival, an eerie golden light blanketed the academy. Varvara felt her powers wane, sparking an unsettling realization—they had arrived. The ones behind this strange phenomenon.
"So, here you are. Our sacrificial lamb," a voice sneered from ahead.
Varvara's eyes fell on five figures in white, hooded robes. Their faces were half-shrouded, identities concealed, but their numbers told her enough. Three men, two women. The man in front, radiating authority, had spoken with a mocking smile directed at Maria.
"They're after Miss Valentine?" Varvara thought, stepping protectively in front of her friend. "But… who are these people?"
The leader smirked, seemingly amused by her actions. "Without your demon guard around, you're exposed," he sneered at Maria. "Not that it matters. She was weak anyway. KUHAHAHA!"
