As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the regular lessons, the hallways buzzed with the usual chatter of students heading to their respective instructors for specialized training. Liam stepped out of the classroom, trying to find his way to where Mystica is.
As he walked down the corridor, the faint sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears, followed by a familiar voice calling out, "Liam! Hey, wait up!"
Liam paused mid-step, turning his head slightly. Sure enough, Dylan was jogging toward him, waving with one hand while clutching a half-eaten myst cake in the other.
Beside him, Asher strode with his usual air of confidence, his eyes locked onto Liam.
As Liam stood in the hallway, Dylan finally came to a stop in front of him, dramatically clutching his chest as if he'd just run a marathon. "Finally! The man, the myth, the abandoner of damsels in distress!"
