He turned to face them, his gaze steady. "Lana broke out of the nightmare on her own. That ans all of us were trapped in one."
At his words, everyone unconsciously nodded.
"I realized sothing was wrong too," Quinn continued calmly.
"But before I could act, Lana already had. She was the first to wake up and start banging on doors." His eyes hardened. "That alone proves her ntal strength is far stronger than ours. Calling her a God’s Angel is beyond ridiculous."
Fay’s face flushed red, anger and humiliation burning in her chest. She clenched her fists, barely restraining herself from snapping back.
’So he’s siding with her...’ The thought tasted bitter. She had believed Quinn would be different.
Before she ever developed feelings for Axel, she had liked Quinn. She never imagined he would end up standing so firmly on Lana’s side.
Her eyes filled with venomous resentnt as she glanced away, jealousy twisting her expression. ’She really is lucky,’ Fay thought bitterly. ’With looks like that, she can pull any guy to her side.’
Far away from that tense atmosphere, Lana arrived at Lucian’s mansion. The mont she reached her room and shut the door behind her, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She crawled onto the bed, wrapping her arms around herself.
Mr. Crow tilted his head, concern evident in his voice. "What happened? Why are you shaking like this?"
"It was too close," Lana muttered hoarsely. "I was almost fooled."
Mr. Crow frowned. "Fooled by what?"
"Soone ssed with my mind," Lana said quietly. "One of my classmates... they’re most likely a God’s Angel mber."
Mr. Crow stiffened. "God’s Angel? What makes you so sure it’s one of your classmates?"
Lana lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening against the blanket. "That dream I had was manipulated. Not only that... one of them is likely a mystic cultivator... and a dream warden."
Mr. Crow froze at those words.
"That dream," Lana continued, her voice steady despite the lingering fear, "was forged. I suspect a God’s Angel mber because they would know the timing of a ghost portal opening."
She inhaled slowly. "Layla warned repeatedly in the dream. She told not to change anything and to leave before two days passed. But at the sa ti, she said, leaving could cause a ti paradox."
Mr. Crow fell silent, feathers ruffling uneasily.
"When I arrived at the farmhouse," Lana went on, "my mind was filled with only one thought... that I had to stay there for two days to avoid disturbing the future. But after the nightmare, I realized even that thought was planted."
She paused, then added quietly,
"When you ntioned earlier that the room felt cold, like soone had opened a door... that’s when it clicked. The sudden drop in temperature wasn’t natural. It was ghostly energy."
Her eyes darkened. "A ghost portal must have opened nearby. Before I entered the farmhouse, there was no ghostly presence at all. I checked it myself."
Mr. Crow said nothing.
Lana continued in a low, steady voice,
"When I woke up, every single object in the room was soaked in dark energy." Her fingers tightened against the blanket as the mory resurfaced.
"There’s only one explanation for that. A massive number of ghosts rushed into the farmhouse."
Mr. Crow tilted his head, his feathers rustling softly.
"Then the ghost portal must have opened at a certain distance from your location. Close enough to affect the surroundings, but far enough not to manifest directly."
Lana nodded. The image of that blackened room still made her skin crawl. She clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms.
"I never imagined the God’s Angels would be clever enough to infiltrate the Mystic Departnt itself."
Silence fell between them, heavy and contemplative, until Mr. Crow finally broke it. "What are you planning to do next?"
Lana took a slow, asured breath. "First, I’ll take the proper steps."
The next day, the mont she arrived at the Mystic Departnt, Lana didn’t waste a second.
She went straight to Axel and laid everything out in detail. As Axel listened to her analysis, his expression grew darker with every word. His hand clenched into a fist.
"This information is extrely valuable," he said grimly. "I’ll forward it to the principal imdiately."
Then his gaze softened slightly, concern flickering beneath the surface. "From now on, don’t share this theory with anyone. Even if you think they’re trustworthy."
Lana nodded without hesitation.
Axel continued, his voice lowered. "Act like you know nothing. If the person behind this realizes you’re aware, they’ll make their move."
She nodded again.
After a brief pause, Axel muttered, almost to himself, "What I don’t understand is this... if there really is a God’s Angel among us, why didn’t they act earlier? Why now?"
Lana tapped her fingers lightly against her arm, thinking. "Because they felt threatened," she said quietly.
Realization dawned simultaneously in Axel’s eyes and Mr. Crow’s.
"It might be because of my yellow energy," Lana added.
Axel’s expression hardened. "Then avoid going on outings for now."
Lana paused, then shook her head slowly. "That would be too risky. If I suddenly keep my distance, they’ll notice imdiately."
Axel considered this before nodding. "Then I’ll make sure to intercept every ti."
After a mont, Lana agreed.
When she returned to her classroom, she barely had ti to settle down before soone rushed over and grabbed her hand.
"Lana, are you okay?" Betty asked anxiously.
Lana smiled cheerfully. "What could possibly happen to ?"
Betty hugged her tightly, her voice trembling as she repeated her thanks.
"I never thought danger was that close," she whispered.
This morning’s news still echoed in her mind... a ghost portal had opened near the very place they had almost stayed.
If they hadn’t left, there was a real chance none of them would have survived. None of them dared to be arrogant enough to think that being Earth-rank ant they could handle a ghost portal so easily.
Lana waved her hand dismissively and turned toward her seat.
She didn’t get far.
Fay stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
Lana looked up, brows knitting slightly. "Move."
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