The academy was suffocating in its silence—no longer the peaceful quiet of safety, but the brittle hush that crackled with tension. Every glance felt heavy with suspicion, every whisper a threat cloaked in shadows.
Kael and I met beneath the east tower, where the cold stone walls swallowed our voices and kept us hidden from watchful eyes.
"We need proof," I said, my voice barely more than a breath. "Something undeniable. Otherwise, no one will believe us."
Kael's fire flickered dimly, frustration etched in every movement. "If we accuse Jaren without evidence, we're finished. He has friends—people who'll protect him. And if he's as careful as you say, finding proof won't be easy."
I clenched my fists, the weight of the letter from Elara burning in my mind. It will open them from within until you do not see the difference between enemy and friend.
"We don't have time," I whispered. "If we wait, the Hollow wins."
Kael's gaze hardened. "Then we watch him. We learn his patterns. We catch him slipping."
Entry 10: The Shadow's Whisper
I started following Jaren discreetly, moving through the academy's twisting corridors like a shadow myself.
At night, when the moon hid behind thick clouds, he slipped away from the dormitories and disappeared into the forbidden areas—the forgotten corners of the academy no one dared approach.
Near the old well—the one sealed off after a student fell years ago—I waited, heart pounding in the silence.
He met there with a cloaked figure whose face was hidden deep beneath a hood. The figure's hands glowed faintly as they exchanged a small vial filled with a shimmering, viscous liquid—something unnatural and dangerous.
Jaren's voice was a harsh whisper, a mixture of fear and resolve. "It's only a matter of time."
The figure's response was colder, almost cruel. "The gates will open when the sun bleeds red."
I didn't understand the meaning, but the threat was clear: a warning, and a countdown.
I retreated silently, the weight of what I'd witnessed crushing my chest.
Entry 11: The Unseen Enemy
The next morning, I told Kael everything—the meeting, the vial, the warning.
His flames sputtered in frustration, the fire within him matching the fury building in his eyes. "We can't wait for the gates to open again. We have to act."
We agreed to warn Professor Valen, but when we approached him, his face was grim, the lines around his eyes deepened with worry.
"I already know," he said quietly, voice heavy with the burden of truth. "The Hollow is deeper than any of us feared. This isn't just an attack; it's a war within our walls."
He reached into his robe and handed me a small dagger, its blade inscribed with ancient runes that shimmered faintly even in the dim light.
"If you find the one pulling the strings," he said, locking eyes with me, "you'll need this."
My fingers closed around the hilt, cold determination settling in my bones.
This dagger was more than a weapon—it was a symbol. A promise that I wouldn't let the Hollow win.
We weren't just fighting Bone Creatures anymore.
We were fighting betrayal itself.
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Chapter 23: The Web Tightens
The academy's silence felt like a weight pressing down on every stone and corridor. It was no longer the quiet of peace, but the brittle stillness of a place haunted by fear and betrayal. Every whispered conversation stopped when I approached. Every shadow seemed to watch, waiting.
Jaren's betrayal wasn't just a wound—it was a poison spreading through the heart of the academy. If I showed my hand too soon, I'd be branded a traitor or worse. Yet, if I waited too long, the Hollow would break through again.
Kael and I met beneath the east tower, where the twisting ivy and cold stones wrapped us in shadows. The air was thick with tension.
"We need proof," I said, voice low but urgent. "Something concrete. No one will believe us without it."
Kael's flames flickered nervously in the dim light. "Accusing Jaren without proof will ruin us both. He's well-liked—he has friends in high places. And if he's as careful as you say, there's no easy way to catch him."
I clenched my fists, feeling the sting of Elara's letter burned fresh in my mind: It will open them from within until you do not see the difference between enemy and friend.
"We don't have the luxury of time," I replied. "The Hollow is patient—but so am I."
Kael studied me for a long moment, his eyes reflecting a flame that was fierce but wary. "Then we watch him. We follow his steps. We wait for the moment he slips."
I nodded. "Tonight, then."
Entry 10: The Shadow's Whisper
I moved like a ghost, slipping through the academy's twisting corridors as the moon hid behind thick clouds. Every heartbeat echoed in my ears. I kept to the shadows, careful not to make a sound.
Jaren's footsteps were quiet, but he was careless enough to slip through forbidden halls. I followed him through winding stone passages that had been sealed off for decades—places where dust coated everything, and old magic hummed faintly.
Near the ancient well, sealed after a student had fallen years ago, Jaren stopped.
A cloaked figure emerged from the darkness, face hidden beneath a deep hood. Their hands glowed faintly with unnatural light as they exchanged a small vial filled with a shimmering, viscous liquid.
Jaren's voice was a whisper, sharp and urgent. "It's only a matter of time."
The figure answered coldly, their tone devoid of mercy. "The gates will open when the sun bleeds red."
I didn't know what the warning meant, but I felt the threat like a knife in my gut.
I slipped away into the night before either of them could notice.
The next day, the academy's walls felt heavier, as if they carried the burden of what I'd seen. Kael waited for me by the training yard, impatience flickering in his eyes.
I told him everything: the vial, the meeting, the cryptic warning.
His fire sputtered with frustration and anger. "We can't wait for the gates to open again. We have to do something."
We approached Professor Valen cautiously. His usual stern gaze was clouded with worry.
"I know," he said quietly before I could speak. "The Hollow's corruption runs deep. This isn't a simple attack anymore—it's a war from within."
He pulled a small dagger from his robes, its blade inscribed with ancient runes that shimmered faintly.
"If you find the one behind this," he said, pressing it into my palm, "you'll need this."
The cold metal was heavier than I expected. It felt like a promise—and a warning.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Every glance from the other students felt like a challenge. I was both hunter and hunted.
Later, in the dim light of the library annex, I met Kael again.
"We're running out of time," he said, eyes burning. "The warning about the 'sun bleeding red'—what could it mean?"
I shook my head. "A sign. Maybe a date. We need to find out before it's too late."
Kael nodded slowly, his fire dimming with exhaustion. "We have to trust no one else."
I swallowed hard. The hardest part wasn't the fighting—it was knowing the enemy was someone we once called friend.
That night, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The dagger felt cold against my skin. Jaren's betrayal wasn't just about him—it was about all of us. If we couldn't trust those closest to us, how could we stand against the Hollow?
I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders.
The academy was a web—woven tight with secrets, lies, and danger.
And I was the only one who could unravel it before it strangled us all.