A sharp whistle echoed through the cold courtyard as the front doors of the Administration Tower creaked open.
The protest fell into a hush.
A teacher stepped out, tall and stiff in a navy-blue uniform bearing the golden insignia of the Central Academy. His voice rang across the square — calm.
"You can go back now."
Zareth didn't move.
Neither did anyone else.
The teacher continued, hands behind his back, gaze sweeping over the silent mass of students.
"Caspian has been found at Liveria Train Station earlier this morning. He is alive. And as per initial reports... unharmed."
There was a ripple. Gasps. Murmurs.
"If you require proof…" the teacher said, gesturing toward the assistants behind him.
"...we will show you."
One of them stepped forward, activating a crystal device. A screen floated in the air — grainy but clear.
It showed Caspian.
Disheveled. Pale. But walking.
Head lowered as officers surrounded him.
There was no blood. No injuries.
