When the first ray of sunlight illuminated the mountains, many of the new young disciples were already gathered in the courtyard. No one dared to be late.
The air still carried the sharp edge of the sect's defensive formation, making everyone feel extremely alert, as if under forced training.
Kyrian was the first to leave his room, walking with firm steps toward the central square.
On the way, not long after he began walking, he met Yanyu, who was waiting for him with Luz sitting close to her feet as if she owned the place.
"Did you sleep well?" Yanyu asked, adjusting her hair slightly.
"Well enough." Kyrian replied with a faint smile, his eyes scanning the surroundings. For some reason, Kyrian felt that something would happen today, but he couldn't say what it was.
Luz, in turn, perked her ears and stared at Kyrian firmly, boldly. Kyrian immediately understood her. The little beast was, in fact, charging him for the silent promise that still existed between them.
