Outside the arena, whispers followed Lyra like a trail of sparks. Some were impressed, others jealous, plotting.
Mira nudged her. "See? Alliances work."
Kael's gaze lingered, unreadable but intense. Lyra felt heat rise in her chest.
Dorian's voice, low and threatening, reached her ears: "This isn't over."
The shadows of the academy stretched around them. Danger was constant, and Lyra knew it.
She exhaled slowly. I survived today… but tomorrow will be harder.
Kael's words came quietly. "You're stronger than I thought. But don't let it make you careless."
Lyra met his gaze. Neither of us is predictable.