A World That Moved On Without You

One year had passed.

The wind that once carried the laughter of Dorm 9 had long grown silent. Like petals torn from a blooming tree, each member was swept onto their own path.

Fariel now stood beside Ellimere as her knight—not because of strength, but because of loyalty. His sword was weak, yes, but his will was unwavering. Even if his hand trembled, he would raise it again for her.

Adam had risen to B-rank in the Adventurer's Guild, known across the continent by two contrasting titles: The Reckless Swordsman and That Weird Guy. His crimson kimono billowed behind him like flames as he wandered from battle to battle, his katana resting easy on his hip. A moustache now decorated his upper lip, and his height betrayed the passage of time—just a little taller, just a little more hardened.

And then there was Hafiz.

Or rather—there wasn't.

Three months had gone by. No letters. No sightings. Nothing.

And that was terrifying. Because if there was one thing more dangerous than Hafiz wielding power—it was Hafiz gone serious.

No one wanted to see what that could mean. Not Adam. Not the world.