The next morning, after the usual breakfast in the cafeteria, William and his cohort made their way down the wide corridors to class, the air filled with lazy chatter and a few yawns from early risers. But as they approached the stairwell, a blaring alarm echoed through the academy, freezing everyone in place. The sharp, urgent tone was soon followed by an announcement over the speakers: "All students, report to the main hall immediately."
Glancing around, William noticed a flash of confusion among his friends, but deep down, he had a hunch. This sudden gathering—it had to be related to General Zhao's sudden departure. Without a word, the group shifted course and made their way towards the hall, joining the stream of students moving in the same direction.
