Sofia stood resolute, a calm in the storm. Her fists unclenched, and her stance shifted ever so slightly, as if she had been waiting for this moment. Her presence seemed to grow, not in physical stature, but in the way it commanded attention.

Tyler, now visibly unsettled, took a step back. “What… what are you doing?” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. But Sofia remained silent, her eyes locked onto his, unwavering and fierce.

Then came the whispers, a soft chorus that seemed to come from the very walls around them. Words that were unrecognizable, ancient and powerful, filled the space, wrapping around the students like an invisible cloak. The temperature dropped, and a chill swept through the crowd, mingling with the growing tension.