Deafening silence fell upon the camp.
Every student stared at the figure emerging from the shadow beyond the treeline.
Subconsciously, the air in their lungs stilled as their eyes determined whether this figure was real or merely a product of their tired minds. As shocking as it was, this figure was real. And he walked into the camp without saying anything.
Kai walked into the main camp, trying his best to keep his walk straight.
Steam was sizzling from his body as if he had been on fire. His clothes were torn, revealing all kinds of wounds and bruises that were still bleeding. In his hand is a broken sword that spoke of the battle it had gone through.
All students made way for him.
As he neared the center, he stopped and looked up to the sky.
It was already at the crack of dawn. Blue sunlight peeked from the clouds and bathed his face.
He closed his eyes and took in the warmth for a second.
