A week later, chaos struck the Academy.
An unknown intruder—masked, cloaked, wielding twin blades—
breached the training hall at dawn.
Students panicked as explosions shattered the crystal pillars.
Yukino, guided by instinct, activated her pendant's shield.
The masked attacker moved with terrifying precision—every step familiar.
When Yukino cornered him, she saw it—
a small scar above his left eyebrow, identical to Kael's.
> "Who are you?" she shouted.
He hesitated for a second too long.
And then he vanished into smoke.
When the chaos settled, Kael appeared—wounded, dazed,
claiming he'd been ambushed near the west wing.
Yukino's heart sank.
Two Kaels.
One she could trust—
and one who seemed to be fighting for something unseen.