Everyone's eyes turned toward the middle-aged man who had just entered the hall.
Dark hair. Brown eyes. His presence seemed oddly familiar.
Amelia's eyes widened."Is that… Professor Charles?"
Her expression lit up with relief. Several other students also sighed, their faces softening as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted.
Even Amon, battered and exhausted, felt a wave of relief wash over him.
'Finally… a professor. We can get out of here now.'
Though Amon didn't know much about Professor Charles—he didn't teach their class—he still trusted the sight of a faculty member.
Seraphina and Eliana also looked toward him, their expressions hopeful, expectant.
Charles walked forward with steady steps. His gaze swept across the battered group of students. For a brief moment, his eyes stopped on Amon, lingering there with an unreadable expression, before moving away.
Seraphina, though still injured and barely standing, forced herself forward.
