I knew this week was going to be a disaster.
Every sign pointed to it, every move I'd made had been preparing for the fallout.
But there was one thing I didn't see coming...
I'd known about the breach before anyone else did.
I saw it, days before Xander and Rylan had to go clean it up.
The eastern forest plains had always been a weak point in Ravenwood's defense.
Most students didn't know about it—hell, even most professors didn't. But I did.
I'd spent countless hours studying the layout of the grounds, tracing the flow of mana through the academy's barriers, noticing the cracks that no one else seemed to see.
So when the monsters came pouring in, I wasn't surprised.
Goblins, hobgoblins, and worse—creatures I'd only read about in old texts and remembered from the game.
They broke through the weak point, swarming the grounds like a plague.
Xander, Rylan, and a handful of second-years dealt with it. Barely.
