The task at hand was simple in theory, come up with a lie. A lie that could neatly explain away everything strange that had happened so far. Something that would put the teachers at ease, clear up the confusion, and prevent suspicion from growing any further.
But simple didn't mean easy.
The others looked around at one another, silent, each face marked with uncertainty. Eventually, all eyes landed on Raze.
'The truth would probably sound more like a lie than anything I could make up,' Raze thought as he stepped forward. 'Luckily, almost everything they've seen can be explained away with magic. That gives me just enough room to work with.'
Perhaps it was all the time he had spent in Pagna, constantly navigating strange and dangerous situations, but improvising like this was starting to feel like second nature.
