Malrik led Nova through a wide archway that opened into a vast stone courtyard.
Dozens of people—soldiers, trainees, and temple guards—were scattered around the grounds, sparring or practicing aether manipulation.
Despite their movement, the moment Nova stepped into view, everything slowed.
All eyes turned to look at him.
The aether in the air shifted with unease.
The crowd didn't hide their scrutiny. Some stared in confusion. Others in distaste. But most held a dangerous mix of curiosity and hostility.
Malrik didn't seem fazed. He strolled forward, waving at a few familiar faces before glancing back at Nova.
"Try not to look too self-conscious. They're just not used to seeing outsiders walk through these gates untested. Especially not ones who come with me."
He said casually.
Nova gave a small nod but kept his posture easy and unreadable. His eyes scanned the courtyard, noting the aggressive tension in the gazes pointed his way.
