Chapter 110: The Favor [8]
The Law Enforcement Hall was unlike any other building in Arcade Academy.
Where the training grounds roared with youthful energy and the dormitories buzzed with chatter, this place was carved out of stone older than the Academy itself.
Its walls were black, polished until they gleamed like obsidian, traced with silver runes that shimmered faintly even in the dim light.
The sigils weren't decorative; they were wards, written in blood and battlefields, relics from the Alliance's war against the Demon Army centuries ago.
Few students ever came here willingly.
The Hall was where the Academy's mask of youth slipped away, replaced by the grim face of order. Retired hunters patrolled its corridors, their uniforms stiff, their eyes sharper than any professor's.
They walked with quiet steps, but every scar on their bodies told a story of survival. Most were B to A-rank veterans who had given their blood and bones for the Alliance.
