CHAPTER 95 - Gurrak Gildspire.

The council hall was bathed in its usual golden light, the air electric with tension. Alex sat comfortably on the throne of the second seat of the student council, his expression as calm and unyielding as ever. Beside him, Theron, Fenna, and Lilia occupied their respective seats, their postures reflecting both authority and disbelief.

However, their attention wasn't on Alex.

Their gazes were locked on the treasurer's seat, where Zyrrak Gildspire—or at least someone who looked exactly like him—now sat.

Gone was the gentle and careful demeanor they associated with Zyrrak. This figure radiated an unsettling calm and confidence. His golden eyes scanned the room, holding just the faintest glimmer of mischief.

"So... what do we call him now?" Fenna broke the silence, her voice tinged with disbelief as she looked at Alex.

"Gurrak Gildspire," Alex replied smoothly, leaning back in his seat.