As Liam scanned the area, his voice broke the silence. "Where is Mystica?"
Dylan, leaning casually against a tree, waved him off. "Relax, she'll show up soon enough. She likes to make an entrance."
Liam let out a quiet sigh, his eyes drifting back to the trees. The place had a strange charm—serene, yet brimming with untapped energy.
'This doesn't feel like part of the school,' he thought, studying the towering trees and their faintly glowing bark. 'It's almost like we've stepped into another realm.'
While Liam's thoughts were on the surroundings, someone else's were fixed on him. Sheila stood near the pond, occasionally stealing glances in his direction. Her composed exterior masked the wary thoughts racing through her mind.
