Chapter 17: Back from dungeon
Voila.
The great wooden door creaked open with a slow, ominous groan, and every head inside the training arena turned toward it.
A heavy presence drifted into the arena like a shift in the wind—stern, powerful, and unmistakable.
Instructor Heiron.
His tall frame was clothed in a sleek dark-blue battle coat, the long silver trim trailing behind him like the edge of a blade.
His black leather gloves were stained faintly with dried beast blood, and the twin sabers across his back glinted faintly with residual mana traces.
The deep-set eyes under his thick brow were the kind that had seen far too many battles and buried far too many students.
His boots echoed through the chamber as he stepped inside with the kind of silent dominance that only a true Knight Instructor could exude.
Wesley stood up straighter than he ever had in his life.
Gabe, who had just finished his mana-induced victory monologue, suddenly looked like a schoolboy who forgot to do his homework. And every janitor nearby instinctively stiffened as if Heiron’s gaze could strip paint from walls.
"INSTRUCTOR HEIRON!" Gabe and the other cleaners chorused at once, voices wobbling between forced cheer and pure, uncut fear.