Night Raven College, with its constant chaos, from petty fights to overblot to the infamous S.T.Y.X incident, rarely offered a moment of rest.

Yet tonight, a rare tranquility blanketed the campus. It was, for once, relatively quiet, your gaze glued to the dark sky above; speckled with stars, planets, and constellation alike. Lost in thought, you graciously welcomed the stillness until a gentle flicker of fireflies disrupted you. One, and then two, and then a dozen seemed to stir before your eyes met the unmistakable horned-form.

“I enjoy looking at constellations. They haven’t changed in hundreds of years,”

Malleus remarked softly, his voice momentarily catching you off guard.