The corridors of Wind Grave Academy were quieter now, but not safe. Every shadow seemed to stretch a little farther, every flicker of candlelight revealing shapes that weren’t entirely human. Evelyn moved with careful, deliberate steps, the weight of her recent awakening pressing down on her shoulders. The mark on her wrist pulsed faintly, a constant reminder that the power within her was no longer dormant—it demanded attention, focus, mastery.Lucien stayed close, silent but vigilant. His presence was at once comforting and unnerving. He didn’t speak, didn’t offer guidance, only moved as if he and the shadows themselves were in silent conversation. Elias followed a few steps behind, his eyes sharp, scanning every corner, every flicker of movement. He carried himself like a sentinel, unwavering, yet Evelyn could sense the restraint in his body—the careful balance between protection and suspicion.“I still don’t understand,” she murmured, her voice echoing softly off the stone walls. “
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