The gates of Black Haven rose before Kael, their Celestial alloy surface catching the morning light with an almost mocking brilliance.
He traced the reinforcement patterns with his eyes—defensive runes that hadn't existed six months ago, before everything went wrong.
Before he'd helped make it go wrong.
The new fortifications spoke of fear dressed up as preparedness, each layer of protection a reminder of past failures.
"Still think they'll treat us like heroes?" Lerai's whisper carried a hint of gallows humor as he adjusted his Earth Faction badge.
Unlike Kael's, his wasn't stained with dried blood that refused to wash out, no matter how many times Kael had scrubbed at it in the dead of night.
The courtyards had changed.
Perhaps because it was a different section of the academy, they were divided from the new first year's.