Avery exited the chamber, her pulse calming from the adrenaline rush of her last stumble. However, a weird unease persisted as she walked into the familiar corridors of Blackthorn College. A chilly draft flowed into the corridor, which was disturbing given the campus' normal warmth. Avery's senses intensified as a slight shimmer in the air piqued her interest, rippling around the boundaries of her imagination and foresight, like gentle bending of glass.
She came to a standstill, her instincts screaming for caution.
