Dragon Egg

"I can sense them up ahead!" Ember's voice rang through the trees, urgent and strained.

A moment later, five figures burst into the clearing. Riven barely had to lift his gaze to recognize them—Ember, Lucenya, Elder Thorne, and two academy staff members.

They froze at the sight before them.

The scene was drenched in blood, bodies sprawled across the dirt like discarded dolls. The air was thick with the metallic tang of iron, mingling with the damp earth beneath.

One of the staff members let out a sharp gasp. "My gods…" Their voice trembled as their wide eyes darted from the unconscious second-years to Riven's bruised and bloodied form.

Ember stumbled forward first, her breath catching as she took in the carnage around them. Her ruby-red eyes darted between the battered bodies of Cole and the other second-years before finally landing on Riven.

"Riven-" she whispered, eyes wide with shock and something close to horror.