"Watch your back out they! You'll never know where a blade is coming from".
Ignoring Noctis threat, he found his way back to his squad apartment.
The academy grounds were unusually lively—students gathering in groups, laughing, hugging, kissing goodbye. Some wore full gear, others still clung to school uniforms and final memories.
Most of them had no idea how harsh the world truly was. But they were all about to find out.
Zephyr didn't bother watching them long. He kept his pace steady, eyes fixed ahead.
He eventually arrived at the building assigned to his squad. He reached the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside without pause.
He felt all eyes turning to him.
His squadmates sat scattered across the living room, mid-conversation, but his arrival brought silence. Tension prickled the air as Cynthia shifted uncomfortably.
Zephyr didn't stop, officially he was no longer a part of this squad, and it met he didn't need to acknowledge them.
