Waking up, I heard peaceful noise for the first ti in a long while.
Voices.
Laughter.
Footsteps on stone floors.
The students were returning to the Academy.
But the mont I stepped out of the dormitory…
…everything changed.
A wave of whispers spread.
— Is that him?..
— They say he killed tens of thousands…
— Humans too…
— His eyes turned red when he went mad…
— A monster…
People moved aside as I passed.
No insults.
No attacks.
Just… stepping away.
An ordinary person hates the one who reminds them of death.
I walked calmly.
Let them look.
Let them fear.
And then—
FLASH.
Fla twisted into a spiral, and Mira appeared beside .
A teleport through dense mana—her signature move.
She clapped on the shoulder:
— So, hero? Enjoying the attention?
The crowd imdiately erupted even louder.
— It’s her! Mira Helvard!
— The strongest mage in the kingdom!
— And that’s her brother… that Storm… that boy…
Soone dropped to their knees.
Soone traced a rune of protection.
Soone simply went pale.
Mira turned to :
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— That’s enough for you.
— Let’s go.
She grabbed my shoulder, and a second flash carried us straight to the classroom door.
— Did you check my schedule? — I asked.
— Of course.
— I’ve got free attendance. I can co or not co.
— You, though—go. Good luck, little brother.
She gently shoved toward the door.
I inhaled.
Opened it.
The classroom fell silent.
Everyone was seated.
Everyone was staring.
Everyone was waiting.
And among them—those I had walked through fire and blood with.
Elinia Laurel
A princess.
Cold. Direct.
Her gaze was clean and sharp as ice—analyzing every detail.
Finn Rainford
A tense smile—judging by the fact he had already bitten his tongue three tis.
Lucille Arvent
Sitting perfectly straight.
Eyes calm, but in her hands—micro-flares of spatial rings. A sign of anxiety.
Siren and Tara Walter
Both reaching for their swords, though trying to look relaxed.
Reinar
Joy and fear at once. He rembered how I covered him under fire.
Astra
Clutching a healing book. Praying? Possibly.
Kyren and Miella
Holding their stance like before an enemy. But not from fear—from respect.
Edgar
Looking honestly. But unsure how to feel about .
Noah Levander
The only one who was smiling.
But his eyes…
They darted like a rat that had found a crack in the wall.
He wasn’t afraid.
He was watching.
Too closely.
I walked to my desk.
My footsteps echoed through the entire classroom—too loud, too tense.
I sat down.
Closed my notebook.
And quietly said:
— Good morning.
The class didn’t answer.
Elinia was the first to stand.
Her voice was even, as always:
— Zenhald.
— You’re back.
I nodded.
She studied my eyes for a long mont.
— You’re… different.
— Yes, — I said honestly. — And I’m not going to pretend anymore.
A murmur passed through the room.
Finn tried to joke:
— Uh… well, the main thing is you don’t accidentally freeze us all, right?
I looked at him.
Not threatening.
Just—looked.
He swallowed.
— I… I’m glad you’re alive…
And then the door opened again.
The teacher entered—surprisingly calm.
— Well, well… Everyone present?
— Oh… Zenhald Helvard has returned.
— Welco back.
He opened the journal as if this were the most ordinary class, not a group that had survived the end of the world.
— Today we have a test on mana stabilization, level “Blue-3.”
— We’ll be working in pairs.
The class flinched.
The teacher looked around and said calmly:
— Yes. And Zen will work as well.
— Just with a different level of load.
Whispers.
Nervous laughs.
Fear.
— Ti to get used to it, children, — the teacher said.
— Heroes study too.
He closed the journal.
— And we’ll begin… with assigning partners.
The class froze.
Everyone knew—
whoever was paired with would be sitting next to the storm.
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