Blazar's footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors as she made her way through the academy's dimly lit hallways.
Evening had settled over the grounds like a heavy blanket, bringing with it a silence broken only by the occasional whispered conversations of students passing by.
She was heading toward the Crown's Conclave Tower, her mind still spinning with everything Vesper had told her about Night. And one question stuck on her mind, who is night?
A voice sliced through the quiet like a blade.
"Orion."
Blazar froze, her heart jumping into her throat. She turned slowly, already knowing who she would see.
The girl from the ball strode toward her with all the grace and fury of a vengeful princess.
Her peach hair caught the lamplight as she moved, each step measured and deliberate. This was Celine—the girl whose green dress Blazar had stolen, the girl who had sworn to find her and make her pay.
