Kael stood in the camp, his voice commanding and firm.
"Run! All of you,"
The students froze, the weight of his urgency slicing through the chaos of the moment.
But before anyone could respond, a voice, smooth and mocking, echoed through the night.
"Where are you running?"
Kael's head snapped upward.
Three figures hovered in the air above, cloaked in dark robes, their faces obscured by the shadows.
Their presence exuded a sinister energy that sent shivers through the gathered students.
"Who are you?" Shirone shouted, stepping forward with his sword unsheathed, the faint glow of his aura flickering around him.
He stood tall, unyielding despite the palpable menace.
One of the figures laughed, a sound that was both mocking and cold.
"Oh, little guy, your confidence is adorable."
The second figure chimed in, his voice dripping with derision.
