The days following the attack were a blur of healing and rebuilding.Kael moved through the academy like a ghost, his body still aching from the battle, his mind still reeling from Mira's betrayal. The wounds were physical and emotional, slow to heal, impossible to forget.Rhydian stayed close, his presence a constant anchor. He was there in the infirmary, in the council meetings, in the quiet moments when Kael's thoughts grew too dark. He didn't push. He didn't pry. He simply waited.And Kael was grateful.Elara had taken charge of the repairs, her silver blade a symbol of hope for the students who had witnessed the attack. She moved through the academy with quiet determination, organizing workers, soothing fears, rebuilding what had been destroyed.Tomas was in custody, his fate uncertain. Kael had visited him once, sitting across from him in the cold stone cell."Why did you do it?" Kael had asked.Tomas had looked at the floor. "Because I wanted to be seen."Kael had left without
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