Night had settled quietly over Skygate Academy, spreading a calm and almost deceptive stillness across its vast grounds. The energy that had once filled the arena only hours ago—the roaring cheers, the explosive clashes of power, the heated debates among students—had now faded into nothing more than distant echoes. The academy, which had been the center of attention and excitement, now seemed like an entirely different place, as if it had taken a deep breath after witnessing something far beyond its usual limits.
For most students, the tournament had ended.
For Aether, however, it had only just begun.
Inside his room, the atmosphere was controlled and deliberate. The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out any external light. The room itself was dim, illuminated only by a faint glow that barely revealed the outlines of the furniture. The air was still, untouched by movement, as though even the smallest disturbance had been intentionally avoided.
