Hunter walked back to the main courtyard where Shadow Legion was gathering naturally, morning work routines pausing as people sensed something approaching. That particular tension that preceded bad news had settled over them like morning frost that wouldn't melt.
Teacher Bai stood near the well with arms crossed, already wary, already braced for disappointment. His expression said he'd been let down enough times to recognize the shape of betrayal before it fully materialized.
Qiu had his ledger out, ready to document whatever fresh disaster was about to unfold. Professional obligation never stopped, not even for moral collapse.
Han checked his spear with practiced efficiency, professional soldier preparing for complications he could feel approaching like a storm front.
Mingzhu watched from the barracks entrance, widow's instincts sensing incoming problems.
The twins stood together in their usual creepy synchronization, silent communication passing between them.
