Noah strode through the arena's training halls, his mind running over everything that had transpired in the last twelve hours.
The Purge. Lila's involvement. The mental block. The heightened security. The potential attack on the tournament.
Too many variables. Too little time.
He clenched his fists as he walked, his pace quickening. If he was going to bring this up to anyone, it had to be Lucas Grey.
Lucas was his senior—third year, the number one ranked student in the academy. More than that, he was cool-headed, rational. If anyone could help him navigate this mess without throwing everything into chaos, it was him.
Sophie was too emotionally invested in it to be tactical. All their lives depended on being smart about this. Because all of these were at the end of the day, speculations.
He found Lucas right where he expected—inside one of the elite training halls, running drills with a weighted blade in hand.
