Aris stood opposite a tall figure, he's name was Louis an academy instructor aswell, he's a blind swordsman, tall, lean figure draped in black. His face, partially hidden by his long dark hair, carried a calm and almost serene demeanor, though his posture suggested the readiness of a predator waiting to pounce. He wielded a spear as well, though his technique was unlike any Aris had seen before. His lack of sight didn’t seem to hinder him in the slightest; in fact, his movements were even more deliberate, more attuned to the rhythm of the world around him. He could feel the shifts in the air, the tremors in the ground, and the subtle changes in his opponent’s energy. The academy field had been transformed into an arena for their sparring match for instructor, a tradition that had existed since Aris had become an instructor here. She was known for her expertise in spear combat, but Louis, despite his blindness, was no less of a fighter. They had sparred many times before, but never in

The ground beneath them vibrated as the clash of their weapons filled the air—each strike, each parry, each movement a testimony to the skill and mastery they both possessed. Aris could feel the weight of the battle on her shoulders now. Louis had never been predictable, but now he was pushing her, forcing her to think beyond what she knew.She had learned to trust her instincts, to feel the rhythm of the fight. But the longer they fought, the clearer it became that Louis wasn’t just testing her skills—he was testing her resolve, her ability to adapt, to rise above her limits.She blocked another blow, the shock of it sending a tremor up her arm. Louis’ strikes were relentless, faster than before, and every motion was a blur. The darkness around them seemed to pulse in sync with his movements, amplifying his already extraordinary speed.Aris grit her teeth, unwilling to let him see the fatigue that was beginning to creep into her limbs. She had fought many battles, but Louis was unlik

Silver stood waiting for who she was stucking, and when doing so, her taught drifted to the past.............Silver past life..........A boy stood alone, his back pressed against the rough brick of the building. He was surrounded by a group of older students, their sneers sharp and their voices cruel. They pushed him, laughed at his expense, and taunted him with every breath they took.Silver saw the scheme through the window. She watched him—a boy, smaller than the others, his shoulders hunched in defeat. Tears began to sting her eyes, but she blinked them away angrily. "Why do they always treat him this way?" She muttered.......Back to the present........To her, she was a coward for letting that boy being bullied under her watch, a spectator who's paralyzed by fear. She had watched as someone—someone just like her—had been bullied by the other children. She had been there, watching it all happen, but she hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word. Ever since the event of her witne

The doctor pulled her hands away from juilets head with a smile. “You’re free to go,” she said, her tone gentle. “But take it easy for the next few days. You’ve been through a lot.”Juliet smiled faintly, her exhaustion still apparent in her pale features. “Thank you,” she whispered, before glancing at Silver, who stood quietly by the door. “And thank you, Silver. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”Silver didn’t respond immediately, her face unreadable as always, but there was a flicker of something—perhaps gratitude or recognition—before she nodded in acknowledgment. “Don’t mention it,” she replied, her voice low. “I'm glad to help"The doctor stepped aside, gesturing for the group to leave. They made their way out of the hospital, the weight of the day’s events still pressing down on them. Henry could feel it, the exhaustion and the tension, but also a sense of relief. Juliet was healthy, and for now, that was all that mattered.As they walked through the narrow corrido

The shrill sound of the whistle sliced through the morning air, signaling the start of the students' jogging routine. The academy's training field, usually bustling with the sound of laughter and friendly banter, fell into a rhythm as students fell into line and began their laps.Henry, Vorden, Ashton, and the others kept a steady pace, their footsteps syncing in the quiet morning. The air was crisp, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the atmosphere. Despite the calm surroundings, there was an unspoken tension hanging over them, the events of the morning still fresh in their minds.The bodies, the marks, the whispers.As they finished their jog, they gathered at the center of the field, their eyes drawn to Aris.“Listen up,” Aris began, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the students. “You’ve all heard about the three students who were found dead this morning. I want to make one thing clear: This is not a situation we’ve encountered before. It’s unlike any case we’ve seen