The rooftop of the Veil Academy was silent.
The kind of silence that felt ancient like the world itself was holding its breath.
Clouds drifted thinly across the moon, leaving silver trails over the stone tiles. The city lights shimmered far below, small and distant like fading lanterns on dark water.
A breeze moved.
Then
A presence appeared.
Not with noise.
Not with spectacle.
Just… presence.
Master Isen stepped out of the shadows, golden hair catching moonlight like threads of dawn. His black-and-silver robes fluttered quietly behind him. Calm blue eyes traced the sky, the moon, the distant world he vowed to protect.
He didn't greet the other figure already waiting.
He didn't need to.
The air between them already knew their names.
