Honoring Savion Ilmari

The atmosphere in Genvah Academy was solemn, weighed down by the heaviness of loss.

Today, the entire school would gather to honour Savion Ilmari, the fallen third-year student whose life had been tragically cut short in the forest. As a mark of respect, all students and staff were required to wear black.

The usual hum of chatter in the corridors had quieted, replaced by soft murmurs and the occasional sigh. Even the very air seemed subdued, the morning light filtering through the castle windows in a muted glow.

There would be no classes today. No training. No missions.

The entire academy would come together, setting aside their studies and rivalries to mourn and remember one of their own.

Aiden stood in front of the mirror in his dormitory, adjusting the black high-collared coat he had borrowed from Adrian. It felt strange, wearing something so plain compared to their usual uniform.