The courtyard of Genova Academy was eerily quiet, the air heavy with tension.
Kallistra Dyscordia stood at the center, her silver-gray hair shimmering faintly under the sun.
Her sharp emerald eyes scanned the group, enjoying their fear, their unease.
Zara clutched a notebook tightly against her chest, her breath uneven as her trembling fingers betrayed her nerves.
Raya, standing just behind her, appeared calm, her eyes were closed.
Mercury stepped forward, placing herself in front of Colin and Milo. Her stance was firm, protective, her sharp gaze locked onto Kallistra.
Cassie and Roger stood to the side, their faces pale and tight with worry.
Cassie's trembling hand found Eratz's arm, gripping it tightly.
"Eratz," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Who… who is she?"
Eratz glanced at her but said nothing, his jaw tightening. His silence was answer enough.
