Extra To Protagonist-Chapter 94: Recovery (2)

Nathan stretched like someone who had been asked to carry a mountain. He groaned, twisted, then muttered something under his breath about flexibility training and unrealistic academic expectations.

Adrian wandered toward the exit first. He paused near the door, balancing the empty bottle on his head like it was some sacred relic.

Liliana walked past him without a glance. "Drop it and I'm not helping clean it up."

"It's empty."

"That won't stop glass from existing."

Elara moved beside Merlin again, her pace matching his like it always did. Not rushed. Not guided. Just… there.

The walk to the exit felt quieter.

Not because no one spoke. But because the space between them had shifted.

They stepped out into the hall.

The light from the courtyard filtered through the upper windows. Warm, sharp. Dust floated in it, spinning slow patterns above the staircase.

Adrian let the bottle drop into a bin. The soft clunk was weirdly final.

Nathan stopped beside him, arms crossed.

"So. What now?"

Liliana was already halfway toward the west wing corridor, book open again like the conversation had ended twenty lines ago.

"Merlin?" Nathan asked, tone light but edged. "You still good?"

"I'm not going to collapse if that's what you mean."

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I'm fine."

Nathan didn't believe him. Not fully. But he let it go.

Elara leaned in a little. "You should rest."

"I just ate."

"That's not the same."

"I know."

She didn't press. Just walked.

The group moved slowly. Not because they were tired. But because nothing was waiting. Not yet.

Just training halls. A few new drills. More rumors about the raid.

Merlin felt the shift again under his ribs.

Not pressure. Just weight.

Like something beginning to settle.

[SYSTEM CORE: 31%]

[CORE-BODY LINK: STABLE]

[INTERNAL RESONANCE PULSE DETECTED]

He inhaled.

Then kept walking.

'Let it come back. Little by little. I'll be ready when it does.'

—

The west corridor always felt colder.

Not by design. Just something about the stone. Or maybe the light. The windows here faced away from the sun this time of day, casting long shadows over the polished floor. Everything looked slower under that light. Duller. Like a place between moments.

Boots tapped in no particular rhythm.

Nathan had taken the lead without realizing. His hands were in his pockets, head tilted back slightly, eyes scanning the arched ceiling like he was trying to memorize it.

Adrian walked beside him, still chewing something he'd pulled from his coat. Probably not food.

Liliana trailed behind, nose deep in her book. She wasn't reading anymore. Just staring through the words, fingers curled lightly against the binding.

Seraphina brought up the rear. Quiet. Always watching. Merlin never knew if she walked like that because she wanted to or because she didn't know another way.

He walked near the center.

Elara stayed close. Not close enough to touch. Just near enough that if he stumbled again, she'd catch him before anyone else noticed.

The quiet dragged out. No one rushed to fill it.

'It's easier like this. Easier when no one asks what I'm thinking. Because if they did, I don't think I'd have anything good to say.'

His hand rested near his side, brushing occasionally against the fabric of his coat. Keryx sat quiet beneath it. No hum. No pulse. Just presence. Sleeping.

But his body felt better.

Not strong. Not sharp. Just… aligned. Like a door had been cracked open somewhere deep in his chest and light was finally starting to filter through.

[SYSTEM CORE: 38%]

[STABILIZATION PROCESS ONGOING]

[COGNITIVE OVERLAP FUNCTIONAL]

'Still vague. Still slow. But it's moving.'

He let the thought settle.

Nathan's voice cut through the air.

"So we're all just pretending this week's been normal?"

Liliana didn't look up. "If I start thinking about it, I'm going to scream."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Adrian snorted. "You're the one who wanted to spar with the guy who used to dodge lightning spells for fun."

"I thought he'd lost his edge."

Merlin raised an eyebrow. "You thought wrong."

Nathan shrugged. "Doesn't mean I won't try again."

Elara smiled faintly. Not quite amusement. Not quite concern. Just something soft at the edges.

They reached the central stairwell. Another group of students passed them going the opposite way. They were second-years, judging by the their uniform. Their chatter rose and fell like wind through cloth. One of them glanced at Merlin as they passed, then looked away quickly.

'They're still watching me. Even when they don't think I notice.'

He hated how used to that he was becoming.

Elara nudged his arm lightly with her elbow.

"Come on. You're brooding again."

"I don't brood."

"You sulk in silence while internally spiraling."

"That's not the same."

"It's worse."

He didn't argue.

Nathan stopped near the base of the stair.

"We splitting up or…?"

Liliana closed her book and stretched. Her spine cracked. "I've got alchemy review in twenty minutes."

Seraphina nodded. "I need to check something in the vault records."

Adrian blinked. "You… can do that?" freewёbnoνel.com

"I know where the keys are."

He raised both hands in surrender. "Not asking."

The group began to drift. No goodbyes. Just motion.

Elara turned to Merlin. "You going to the upper deck?"

He thought about it. "I might walk the perimeter."

She gave a small nod.

"I'll come with."

They moved toward the outer corridor, steps slower now. Behind them, the hall grew quieter as their friends vanished around corners and up stairs.

Only the sound of their own footsteps remained.

Merlin exhaled.

'I'm not healed. But I'm not breaking either. That's something.'

Beside him, Elara didn't say anything.

She didn't need to.

—

The upper walk behind the west towers was quieter than the rest of the academy. No shortcut paths. No open windows. Just carved stone and old banners that didn't ripple unless the wind fought its way past the pillars.

Elara walked with her hands in her coat. Every few steps, her gaze flicked to the left, then to him. Not full glances. Just small checks. Like a heartbeat.

"You're too quiet again," she said.

"I thought you liked quiet."

"I like useful quiet. You're doing the other kind."

Merlin looked straight ahead. "I'm just tired."

"That's not new."

He didn't answer.

Their footsteps echoed in uneven rhythm. One of the tiles had come loose near the second arch. He stepped over it out of habit.

Then the stone shifted.

Not a crack. Not a crumble. A movement. Like something below them was breathing too shallow to be heard but deep enough to shake the floor.

Merlin stopped.

Elara felt it too. She froze mid-step, one hand moving slowly to the edge of her coat. Not drawing. Just aware.

The vibrations were faint. But not random.

Two pulses. Then a pause. Then one longer.

'Not natural. Not seismic. It's not from here.'

She glanced at him. "Earth tremor?"

"No," he said too fast.

She raised a brow.

He softened his tone. "I mean… the academy's reinforced. Mana lattice runs deep enough that tremors don't reach the upper halls."

"So it's what, then?"

"I don't know."

That was technically true.

Not a lie. But not the part that mattered.

'The Labyrinth. It's close. Too close. And it's shifting. Like it's pressing against the edges of something thin.'

He stayed still. Let the pulse pass through his boots. It didn't rattle his balance, but it sent that sharp curl of nausea through his stomach. The kind that only happened when the wrong kind of mana bled into the air.

Elara was still watching him. Her stance hadn't relaxed.

She always noticed too much.

"You feel it too?" he asked.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't like it."

"You think we should tell someone?"

She frowned. Looked around. Nothing in the hall moved. Not a breeze. Not a whisper.

Then she shook her head. "We're probably the only ones up here. Could be something under the labs. They've been expanding near the eastern border. Could just be a reaction to the rune mesh."

"That's optimistic," Merlin said.

She shrugged. "I'm practicing."

He nodded once and kept walking.

Elara followed. But not as relaxed. Her steps had gone quieter. She was listening now.

Another tremor came. Softer this time. More like a memory of movement than the thing itself.

Merlin didn't slow.

'It's still shallow. That means it's testing. Not open yet. But if it's reaching the surface without a full breach, the seal's cracking.'

The system didn't chime. Not yet.

But he felt something stir beneath his ribs again. That same thread of cold. The one that only pulled when something was wrong and getting closer.

They turned the far arch and the wind hit stronger. A rush from the east tower caught both of them off guard, lifting Elara's hair sideways.

She cursed under her breath. "Okay. That's weird."

"It's always windy here."

"Not like that."

Merlin didn't respond.

His hand brushed Keryx through the coat. Still cold. Still waiting. But not asleep.

'The Labyrinth is shifting. I just don't know if it's reaching out for something… or someone.'

They kept walking.

No one else was in sight.

And no one had screamed yet.

So he didn't say anything.

Not yet.

Not until he had to.