Time for Class

Aziz's sharp eyes immediately scanned the room.

Survivors from other dormitories were already seated at long wooden tables, their faces pale and haggard.

The room was divided, cliques forming naturally as alliances forged in Peklo Forest remained strong.

To the far left, the captains of the Iron Hearts and Queens Hand sat together, their postures rigid and formal, their gazes darting between tables.

On the far right sat Nessa and Raven, each occupying opposite ends of the same table, their mutual animosity palpable even in silence.

Aziz's eyes finally landed on familiar faces—Roof and Delilah.

They were seated at a table near the center of the hall, their shoulders slumped and faces drawn, but alive.

Delilah's burnt cheek looked redder than usual, and Roof was leaning heavily on his makeshift walking stick, his golden hair a disheveled mess.