Student Council War 5

The battlefield still steamed from clashing magic as the smoke of broken spells hung in the air like breath from dying gods. The aftermath of our ambush had reshaped the war board.

Rayne Thorne had retreated. His confidence—cracked. His faction—scattered. His throne—unstable.

And yet, I knew this wasn't victory. It was only the beginning of a more dangerous game.

We returned to our fortress in silence, save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant roars of defeated summons vanishing into the void. Layla walked at my side, her blade still glowing faintly with residual ice magic. Lucielle followed, dragging an unconscious Darius behind her like a sack of meat. Sasha had been quiet, trembling slightly, the Bloodfire still pulsing in her veins even as she clutched her side where a cursed arrow had grazed her.

I looked at them all.

And I knew what we were becoming. Not students. Not just competitors. But soldiers. Killers. Survivors.