Zephyrion felt the tension that had gripped the cadets ease at the sight of Ingrid and the soldiers. They hovered in the sky, perfectly still, eyes cold, the midnight blue of their military attire catching the bonfire light.
'Finally.' He thought. He could finally end this farce.
His eyes suddenly met Ingrid's, and for a moment he saw hers narrow slightly.
'Hm?' Zephyrion suppressed a frown, allowing nothing to show on his face.
"It's the house commander!"
"Finally… we're finally safe!"
"I'm glad… I'm so glad…"
Many cadets slumped onto the ground, others wiping away tears they hadn't realized they were shedding, while a few remained standing with narrowed eyes. Zephyrion almost felt pity for most of them. They were relieved, cheering, completely oblivious to the fact that they were being examined.
"At attention!" the assistant house commander, Roen, barked.
