Chapter 25: Prism(1)
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Kathlyn POV
So this is what it's come to.
The words echoed through Kathlyn's mind as she moved silently through the underground tunnel, boots crunching lightly on loose gravel. The space was narrow, the air heavy with the scent of dust, age, and or old secrets. The faint glow of enchanted torches flickered along the stone walls, casting distorted shadows that danced with every step.
She followed behind a small group of students, all cloaked in dark robes. Faces hidden. No names spoken. A quiet procession leading deeper into the earth, into a part of the academy that officially didn't exist.
Kathlyn remained quiet, her arms folded beneath her cloak, keeping pace but staying apart. She didn't know these students well. Didn't care to. This wasn't a social trip. This was necessity.
Stubborn.
That's the word that floated to the surface of her thoughts.
How stubborn must I be to be doing something like this?
Because make no mistake this wasn't the right way. It wasn't clean. It wasn't sanctioned. The relic prisms weren't officially recognized. They weren't monitored by professors or protected by academy wards. They were dangerous. Unpredictable. And often illegal.
But they held power.