The arena was still echoing with the distant roar of the crowd as they prepared for the next duel, but Forsaken Peak, gathered at the training grounds, offered a stark contrast.
Here, the wind was still, maybe lazy. Maybe it was waiting for the tension that was yet to rise.
Aramith, Mozrael, and Sylvia stood beside Lynnor, facing the rest of Forsaken Peak.
The group was divided, with good reason.
"Are you sure about this?" Mozrael whispered to Aramith.
"Pretty much," he replied dryly, eyes already scanning the group. "Kesha will try to sniff me, or know who I am. Don't do anything when that happens," he added.
Mozrael was unsure of what Kesha would do exactly, but she didn't comment any further.
Sylvia, however, exhaled softly, looking intensely at the other students of Forsaken Peak.
Ever since her appearance here, she'd been painfully aware of one fact:
