SERAPHINA’S POV
The debrief felt longer than the time in the Resonant Labyrinth itself.
We were herded into one of the OTS conference rooms, still carrying dust in our hair and bruises on our bodies.
The adrenaline that had carried us through the Labyrinth had long since burned out, leaving only raw weariness behind.
An instructor droned on about “strengths displayed” and “areas for improvement,” but all I could focus on was the ache in my legs and the image of the warm bath I would draw when I got home.
Judy kept yawning into her sleeve, swaying like she was about to faceplant onto the desk.
Roxy fidgeted through the entire thing, tapping her nails against the table until the instructor snapped at her—and she nearly bit his head off.
Finn, the model student, nodded solemnly at every comment like he was filing it all away for future examinations.
