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The warrior frowned slightly, clearly surprised.

"You want to train?"

Seren lifted her chin.

"Yes"

His eyes studied her, then flicked forward again. He looked sceptical.

"We'll see."

They continued down the path, the sky darkening above them.

But Seren felt lighter.

It had been a long day.

But she had survived it.

And that was enough.

For now.

Chapter 26

Seren

The morning air was crisp, cool against Seren's skin as she followed Tyrio through the schoolyard.

She had learned his name yesterday, but the warrior remained as silent and unreadable as ever. He walked with the ease of a predator, every step deliberate, his presence unquestionable.

The training grounds were already filled with students, their breath misting in the air as they went through their morning warm-ups.

Seren's palms were sweaty.

She could feel the weight of eyes on her—some curious, some openly hostile.

Tyrio glanced at Enforcer Garrik, the head trainer, and a silent exchange passed between them through the tribelink.

"You're sure about this?" Garrik's thoughts were sceptical.

"The Highclaw ordered it. She trains." Tyrio's response was firm.

Garrik's gaze flickered to Seren, assessing.

"Let's see what she can do."

Seren swallowed hard.

She had trained before, but this was different.

This wasn't her home. This wasn't Rheon teaching her under the warm sun.

This was their territory. Their rules.

"Join the warm-ups," Garrik ordered.

Seren nodded, stepping onto the field.

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