The prodigies lingered after the instructors dismissed them.
Most students would've headed straight to their dorms after such a long exam series.
But not them.
Not today.
Too many questions lingered.
Too many whispers… about him.
Caelus paced near the edge of the glowing ring, arms crossed tight over his chest.
"He went through that door like it was nothing," he muttered. "Didn't even take five minutes."
"That's not possible," Lira said. "I've seen third-years lose their minds in there."
Seryn stood still, eyes closed, thinking.
She didn't trust coincidences.
And nothing about Argolaith had ever felt like one.
"I say we stop waiting for answers," Caelus said. "Let's just ask him what the hell he's hiding."
"He won't tell us," Seryn replied. "Not directly."
Her voice was quiet.
But certain.
"He doesn't move without reason. Everything he does, even when it looks simple… there's more beneath."
