A letter arrived for me, delivered by an unmarked messenger.
It was simple, without any identifying seal or insignia, yet it carried with it an undeniable weight. The contents were just a few words, but they were enough to send a chill down my spine:
"Meet me at the old chapel. Midnight."
I knew immediately that this wasn't a coincidence. Whoever sent this letter had to be aware of my position, my strange abilities, and my role in the academy's unraveling. And if they knew that, they also knew something I didn't.
I couldn't ignore it. Not with everything that had been happening.
That night, I made my way to the chapel, moving quietly through the corridors. The academy was eerily quiet, the only sound my footsteps echoing in the halls. When I reached the chapel, the door was ajar, a faint light spilling out from the crack.
Inside, a figure waited.
It was Ilya.