Student Council War 4

The leaves were still rustling where Seraphina had fallen moments ago, the echo of magic lingering like static in the air. I had just pulled my squad away from her, leaving her stunned, flushed, and free.

I didn't look back.

But I knew she was watching.

The march back to the fortress was silent. No one dared ask what I whispered to her. Not even Layla.

When we returned to base, we began analyzing new plans—revised scouting routes, defensive fallback triggers, mana pool syncing. The squad was operating on war instincts. But my thoughts? My thoughts were still with her.

Layla stood over the battlefield model, her fingers tracing the miniature terrain with sharp precision.

"We need to reinforce the south ridge," she said. "Rin favors high ground for his assault waves. If we seed ice runes into the forest floor, we can slow any charge and funnel them into Garrick's ambush line."