All eyes stared at the figure that just walked into the room.
It was Instructor Ivory.
She looked as incredible as when Soren first saw her—beautiful in a way that felt carved and deliberate. Sunlight slid across her flawless skin, turning her blond hair into a halo that framed her like some divine statue descended to earth. Her uniform was immaculate. Perfect. Not even a loose thread out of place.
"Instructor Ivory." Pencil muttered, his eyes moving from her to the sorry state of Instructor Marcus on the ground.
However, instead of a yell, panic, or punishment, she smiled. That disarming smile that came from her eyes and bloomed from her entire being.
"You children have done wonderfully," she said. Her voice was soft and melodic. "Capturing an Eldritch all on your own… I'm impressed. Now come, give me the box. Let's head back to—"
"—No," Soren cut her off dismissively.
