Mystica's Chamber – Day Eight of Academy Break
The moon hung high, spilling silver light across the velvet curtains of Mystica's chamber, where silence had long since become a companion. Since her conversation with Queen Lucy, Mystica had buried herself in research, eyes bleeding over old archives and encrypted intel, while Dove… well, mostly napped, smoked, and offered sarcastic support.
Their focus had been locked on the Western Region—The Ruined Lands. Demon activity had surged, not drastically, but notably. A 5% spike in breaches through the protective arrays, subtle enough to not incite panic, but too sharp for comfort. The knight garrisons stationed there had responded well. The elite—Seven and Eight Stars—only stepped in when Sync-class demons clawed through. But there was something off, something that curled in the gut.
