Astrea couldn’t believe her eyes.
She was back in that forsaken place after its destruction, witnessing the charred remains of what was once a bustling training ground. The island, once filled with the echoes of swords clashing and the whispers of Firstborn in training, lay in ruins. The buildings that once stood tall were now reduced to ashes, smoke still lingering in the air.
She had a pretty good idea of what had happened here, and her thoughts went to the many kids who lived and trained in this very place. However, knowing Fenrir, she knew he’d never hurt the innocent and trusted his process, whatever that was. This had to be a message for her Teacher, and she didn’t feel sorry for him. After all, this island only brought her and others pain.
The real trouble, though, stood before h
