The moment the core shattered inside the +A-rank gate, the oppressive atmosphere lifted like fog at dawn. A burst of blue light erupted, then faded into quiet stillness. The party stood in the heart of the collapsed ruin, breathing heavily—but victorious.
Rourke, his greatsword resting against his shoulder, gave a rare nod of approval. "That was cleaner than expected."
Zian leaned on her blade, sweat dripping down her brow. "Only because Kaen held the core back."
Kaen, calm as ever, brushed dust from his sleeves. "I merely slowed it down. You were the blade that struck."
Lirien wiped blood from her cheek, shooting Kaen a look. "You really enjoy being cryptic, don't you?"
"Only when it keeps things interesting," he said with a sly grin.
They returned to the mountain cabin by nightfall. Rourke prepared a hearty stew while the others tended to their wounds. The mood was lighter now—almost celebratory. Mira playfully tossed a cushion at Kyel, who ducked with a tired laugh. Leon and Rayden compared battle scars. Even Lirien, usually stoic, allowed herself a small smile when Kaen handed her a hot drink.
That night, under a quiet sky, Kaen stood outside the cabin, watching distant lights flicker across the horizon. The world was shifting, and even the stars seemed to whisper warnings.
"We should head back," Zian said behind him.
He didn't turn. "Yes. The Academy will want answers. And soon… they'll need them."
The next morning, they packed up and began their descent from the mountain. The winter break was over.
And something darker waited at the Academy.