The House of the Weak

As the turbulent day came to an end and the sky turned orange, the sun dipped beneath the horizon of Exodus Isle.

Students, some chatting excitedly and others trudging in silence, made their way toward their assigned quarters for the first time.

The Genesis Academy campus sprawled like a jeweled city—modern, gleaming, and generously funded.

Its dormitories were usually architectural masterpieces, each more grand than the last.

But this wing—the one that housed House Igris—stood at the edge of the campus, almost forgotten.

— "That's here." Shigeo said, pointing toward a moss-covered building.

Dante didn't reply. His eyes were fixed on the structure before him.

It looked more like an abandoned inn than student housing.

Its walls were aging poorly, the dark paint peeling at the edges.

The windows were fogged from years of neglect, though not shattered.