The scene of students being forcibly subdued was broadcast across the entire nation.
I stared at the shimmering screen in silence, my throat feeling strangely dry. To think technology like this already existed. Screen transmission magic—something that had only been mentioned briefly in the webtoon as a "recent development"—was now being used in the worst possible way.
I never imagined it would be used to air something like this.
"So… what's it like outside right now?" someone asked quietly.
"It's chaos," came the answer without hesitation. "Everyone's on edge. It feels like people might start drawing swords at any moment."
The information came from students who had returned late to the Academy, escorted in under heavy security. They brought with them the tension of the city, clinging to their words like smoke.
For ordinary citizens, Academy students were symbols of aspiration.
