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Chapter 64
Author: Dep Flair
last update2025-08-28 23:18:32

The office felt smaller with six people crammed into it. Draven sat between his friends, facing the three academy officials across Thorne's desk. The silence stretched until Headmaster Valerian cleared his throat.

"Let's start simple," Valerian said. "Where did you really go during your survival exercise?"

"The Northern Wastes," Draven replied. "That part was true."

"And what happened there?"

Draven glanced at his friends. They'd agreed to tell as much truth as possible without revealing the most dangerous details.

"We encountered members of the Shadow Moon Sect," he said. "They were conducting some kind of operation in the area."

One of the unknown instructors leaned forward. "What kind of operation?"

"We don't know," Jin said. "We avoided direct contact when possible."

"Yet they're now watching the academy," Thorne pointed out. "That suggests more than casual avoidance."

"They saw us," Sera said quietly. "Recognized us as academy students. Probably decided we were worth investigatin
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