Gathering Lights

It was night.

Deep within the dense forests located on the academy's grounds, three figures stood beneath the moonlit canopy.

The air was thick, oppressive, laced with an unsettling aura that clung to the trees like an invisible curse.

"This place is oozing with corruption…."

A voice broke the silence, soft yet edged with unease.

The day had passed like any other at the academy—morning lectures, routine tests, the mundane rhythm of student life.

The weekend had arrived, and for Uriel, it was meant to be just another ordinary day.

Train. Eat. Study. Sleep. Repeat.

That was her life. A structured cycle of discipline, efficiency, and zero distractions.

At least, that was the plan—until she was dragged into this mess.

"I'm sorry for suddenly getting you involved, Miss—?"

A young woman in front of her hesitated, her tone carrying an apologetic edge.

"Uriel," she answered flatly. "And it's fine."