The girl's emerald gaze locked onto me with an intensity that made my instincts hum with awareness. There was no hostility in her eyes—only sharp, analytical interest, the kind that weighed and measured with the precision of a master appraiser.
'Wait…' My mind scrambled through my knowledge of Mythos Academy's upper years. 'Isn't she the Student Council President of the upper years?'
Luna's voice echoed in my head, cool and composed. 'She's a high Integration-ranker.'
My breath hitched slightly. A high Integration-ranker at Mythos Academy was no joke. That was a level of power most people never reached in their entire lifetimes. And yet, she stood before me, clad in a perfectly pressed Mythos uniform, her presence like an unsheathed blade—effortlessly sharp, naturally commanding.
