After a month confined to the infirmary, Kage's wounds had finally sealed. The flesh had knit, the bones had set, and now the Triumvirate demanded his presence.
He moved through the infirmary's pale corridors, hands clasped behind the black coat that draped over his casual shirt and dark pants. Silence walked with him like a second shadow.
Lian Feng matched his pace. Kage's expression remained carved in stone—cold, sharp, unyielding.
"Are you certain you're fully healed?"
Kage's tongue clicked against his teeth.
The past week had been relentless. Talia had bombarded his room with metal sheets and crystals she claimed to have "picked especially for him." Lian Feng, Kaito, Haru—all four wouldn't cease their visits. And it was Haru who'd somehow alerted the instructors, those who'd rushed in to drag them all from the examination grounds.
