ZION

Headmaster Savi sat at the desk, eyes fixed on me.

Fallon grumbled in my mind, “If it weren’t for that little mushroom witch, we’d be in a plush

dorm eating smoked rabbit by now.”

I didn’t reply. The room felt cold, but at least, Leona’s warm presence was comforting.

“You should’ve been disqualified,” Savi said, voice low. “You were one rank below the cutoff. That alone should’ve been the end.” I started to speak but he raised a ...