The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the long marble hallway.
Each time Professor Rudeus's boots slammed, it had enough force to shake the ground a bit. It seemed like he was angry.
Azel walked behind him at an even pace but he noticed the way other students passing through the halls turned to glance at the professor.
Most of them stepped aside quickly, not wanting to get caught in his wake.
The sound of his footsteps was practically a warning signal: the man was pissed.
Beside him, Flare walked silently for a while, her hands folded neatly before her.
But eventually, she let out a sigh that carried both exasperation and worry.
"You just made an enemy of a professor," she said quietly. "There were really better ways you could have handled that."
Azel tilted his head, his eyes flicking toward the broad back of the man ahead of them.
"Well, I needed an example to make it authentic. He just happened to be the only one that could make it possible."
