Noon arrived faster than they expected.
They barely had time to rest before the bells of Yumaris rang — a clear, chiming sound that didn't echo through the air so much as sink into it.
The Youm here was so dense that even sound seemed heavier. Students stepped out from their rooms, gathering toward the main street leading to the Arena.
And there… they finally saw it.
Other academies.
Dozens of uniforms—dozens of colors—each one sharp and proud, representing rank and reputation.Forsaken Peak suddenly felt painfully plain in comparison.
Even the arrogant ones in their group went silent.
They weren't just among strong academies now.They were surrounded by academies the continent respected.
They hadn't even reached the Arena yet when a group stepped directly into their path. Their colors were silver, trimmed with white-gold.
Celestium Crown Institute.
Forsaken Peak froze immediately.
