The moon sat above the academy like an observer, watching over it.
Night had long since fallen, and Noah was in his dorm room.
He walked out of the shower, towelling off the water from his body.
He'd returned to the academy earlier that evening and had his dinner.
He'd made sure to be seen, as he didn't want any allegations this time.
And now, he quickly dressed, pulling out and wearing his leather cloak.
With that done, he pulled up the dark cloth, tying it over the lower half of his face to complete the ensemble.
He folded the cloak's hood up, then stretched a hand, the spell formation for Null Stride appearing above it.
With an exhale, he disappeared.
An instant later, his body reformed in the gang leader's office. His cloak fluttered behind him as he took a step forward, announcing his arrival.
The gang leader rose from behind his desk, a calm look on his face.
Noah narrowed his eyes at the sight.
