"Look it's them."
Conversations died mid-sentence. Several heads turned, chair swivelled, screeching on the floor.
Some stared in awe. Others are in fear.
The return of the lost scions and Talented from the Dark Maestro incident had sent ripples throughout the Brotherhood of Shadows.
Not all of them had come back.
Several of the kids were dead or missing.
And so the Survivors had become overnight celebrities.
Emily and the rest of the gang had returned to Pyreptar soon after.
The familiar corridors now felt foreign, the laughter too loud, the normalcy almost offensive.
It was quite disorienting getting back into the routine of attending theory and practical classes, following timetables.
A siren signaled the end of the morning classes.
The sharp sound made a few students flinch, reeling back in shock.
Emily had been distracted throughout the entirety of the class, staring absent-mindedly through the window.
