The air was heavy with the stench of decay.
As the sound of clinking armor and hurried footsteps echoed through the misty graveyard.
The knights and school guards had arrived at the scene.
Their faces grim under the pale moonlight.
Their polished armor glinted dully, and their drawn weapons reflected their readiness for battle.
In the midst of the chaos stood the three students—Draven Lockwood, Ariana Snow, Roselyn, and Elias—
Each with varying expressions of defiance, fear, and determination.
The captain of the knights, Sir Calder, a burly man with a commanding voice, pointed his sword at the students.
His tone was sharp, like the edge of his blade.
"What in the Emperor's name are you doing here?
You were supposed to be confined to the dormitories!
Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?!"
Ariana stepped forward, her usually calm demeanor slightly shaken but her voice steady.
