The halls of Silvercrest Hall were eerily quiet as Noah and Liliana made their way through the grand dormitory.
The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, and the scent of polished wood and expensive perfumes filled the air.
Silvercrest Hall was known for housing the students from the empire's most prestigious noble families, a place where wealth and power were as abundant as the arrogance that seemed to come with it.
Liliana walked beside Noah, her cheerful nature radiating through the silence as she bombarded him with questions.
"So, Noah, I've been curious," she said with a light tone, "What really happened back in the first semester? You know, with that whole demonic corruption incident? There are so many rumors, and I mean, a lot of students still talk about it."
Noah sighed, feeling the weight of the question.
He had expected this topic to come up eventually, but it still bothered him to talk about it.
