"There are thousands of different species in this world…"
The classroom had returned to an almost unnatural silence, the earlier chaos now completely subdued under an invisible pressure as Instructor Sylvariel's voice echoed evenly through the space, her tone neither raised nor softened, carrying the same detached cadence as before while every student sat upright in their seats, their attention fixed forward with an intensity that was less about interest and more about caution.
Yet—
Despite their focus—
Their eyes wandered briefly.
Unconsciously toward the last row.
Where two figures were suspended against the wall, their entire bodies bound tightly within thick layers of vines that coiled around them in dense loops, leaving only their heads visible, positioned just enough for them to see, hear, and breathe—nothing more.
Damon exhaled slowly, his jaw tight as he turned his head slightly toward Khaira beside him, his voice lowered but sharp.
