Chapter 73 : Masked Visitor
Revantra knew she was being followed.
It was the kind of instinct you didn't lose after ruling a kingdom of backstabbing nobles and blood-sorcerers. Even in a child's body, even in the supposedly safe halls of City Academy, the prickling tension at the back of her neck was unmistakable.
The cloaked figure had been tailing her since the end of Advanced Sigil Theory—an endless two-hour slog of runes, diagrams, and Professor Merin's phlegm-ridden commentary. At first, she thought she imagined it. A trick of her tired eyes. A student with bad posture. Someone else headed to the same corridor.
But then the footsteps matched hers. Turned when she turned. Stopped when she stopped.
They kept just far enough behind to stay hidden in crowds. But too close for comfort.
And worst of all, they were good.
Whoever it was, they didn't shuffle or breathe loud. They moved like a shadow—a measured, deliberate pace that reminded her of the cult scouts from her previous life. Silent. Purposeful. Observing.
It made her fingers twitch for a weapon she didn't carry anymore.
She slowed as she reached the arched stairwell to the outer courtyard, letting the after-class crowd pass by. Laughter and chatter echoed down the corridor. Students compared quiz scores, debated the ethics of turning frogs into chairs, and planned snack raids.
But Revantra lingered by the stone banister, pretending to fix her satchel strap.
Then she spun around.