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Helena hesitated. "Then what's the plan? How do we fight an enemy we can't see?"
Fowad's gaze hardened. "We start by fortifying the academy. If the council won't protect this place, we'll do it ourselves."
"Let's just focus on what in front of us."
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The academy had became a battlefield in recovery. The walls bore the scars of the attack cracks spiderwebbing through ancient stone, scorch marks blackening the earth, and blood splattered across once pristine courtyards.
Students shuffled through the wreckage, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and unease. Beasts limped alongside their tamers, their normally proud forms weakened by the night's chaos.
Fowad stood at the edge of the training grounds, surveying the damage. His beasts Foxy, Zoom, and Fattey rested nearby, their energy drained but their spirits unbroken.
