She waited by the deep black chasm, wearing a calm expression. Her white hair flowed with the wind as the sun's radiant light gently kissed her.
Valarie's lower lip had descended down there—into the Chasm.
The Ascendant.
Their teacher had jumped of her own volition, leaving them with nothing but a final goodbye.
Sylvia didn't raise her head—none of them did. Like the others, she stood silent in bloodied, dented armor. Waiting.
They were all waiting.
Sylvia was waiting for Damon. Even with the ability to see the future, glimpsing him had become more difficult now…
Her second class had made her more powerful, but…
She bit her lip, the taste of blood spreading across her tongue.
They had all grown.
The light wasn't intense at first—it shimmered gently—then became blinding, so much so that daylight itself seemed dim in comparison.
Reflexively, they closed their eyes.
Then came the sound—footsteps.
