Chapter 28

The air thickened, stiff and unmoving. The wind had ceased entirely. The distant grass stood frozen, not swaying, not bending—like a painting captured in time.

Then, a single footstep shattered the stillness. The grass recoiled, bending away from the man as if fleeing his presence.

He stood tall, bronze-skinned, his cold smile never reaching his eyes. His gaze—sharp, rigid, like lightning poised to strike—pierced the students' hearts like a thunder spear.

"Ooo, another bunch," he mused, smirking.

Chris’s breath caught. Fear tightened around his chest. His legs trembled, refusing to move.

Why was he so afraid?

Sofia felt it the moment the air shifted—an oppressive weight settling over them like a storm ready to break. The unnatural stillness in the surroundings sent her senses into overdrive. Every fiber of her being screamed that this man was dangerous.

Then, she saw Chris.

The fearless, battle-hardened Chris—paralyzed.