Bastion Bolt and Embercleave rushed down the final corridor.
They soon stopped outside the cabin marked for Professor Kael.
Bastion placed a hand on the door.
Unlocked.
He frowned. "It's open…"
Embercleave narrowed her eyes.
"That's not a good sign."
She clenched her fists.
"Let's just hope he's still alive."
Bastion nodded once, then slowly pushed the door open.
Inside—
The room was a mess.
Furniture overturned. Carpet torn. Glass cracked.
A table split down the middle.
There had been a fight here—no doubt.
And in the center of the wreckage.
Professor Kael sat slouched on the sofa, slumped forward, unmoving.
"Professor—!"
Bastion rushed over and knelt beside him, quickly scanning for vital signs.
Embercleave stood nearby, tense. "Is he dead?"
Bastion let out a quiet sigh of relief. "No. He's alive."
He lifted the professor's head slightly.
"There are some injuries. Bruising. Blood from the nose. But… no critical damage."
He glanced at Embercleave.
