Whispers of Worlds Beyond: A Series-Chapter 155: Orchestral Symphony [20]

The group moved in a tight formation through the hush of the corridor, footsteps muffled by the age-worn stones beneath their feet. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional creak of the old academy settling or the whisper of breath as someone shifted nervously. The torchlight from Sevan’s flame danced against the uneven walls, casting silhouettes that loomed and stretched with every step.

Adrian was at the front, fingers brushing along the damp stone to keep himself centered. They were retracing their steps toward the Purple Dress Woman thingy painting, the hidden entryway they had once used during secret training with Lopt.

"We have to be fast," Adrian muttered, not slowing. "Before a patrol hears something."

Rupert, following just behind him, grumbled, "Right, because nothing says stealth like stomping through secret hallways with a party of four."

The group turned another corner, the narrow passage sloping slightly downward now, and the air grew heavier, as if the stones themselves were pressing inward. The closer they got, the more Adrian’s pulse quickened. The Purple Dress Woman painting would be just around the next bend- the same faded image of a silver-haired woman cradling a glowing bloom beneath a sapphire sky. It marked the entrance to the hidden path they needed.

Adrian stopped as the painting came into view.

"There," he whispered, stepping forward.

The others gathered behind him as he pressed his hand against the small indentation just beneath the sun in the painting. The wall shifted slightly, groaning as ancient mechanisms unlocked with slow resistance. A sliver of shadow appeared, widening as the door opened, revealing the hidden corridor.

They stepped inside.

"This isn’t on the map," Rupert said again, this time quieter. "I told you. There’s no passage listed in any of the Academy’s blueprints that leads out beyond the walls."

Sevan studied the passage. "We used it before. It worked then, it’ll work now."

"But it wasn’t on the map, Sevan. That means-"

"Means it’s a secret. That’s the point," Adrian snapped, his patience fraying. "You coming or not?"

Rupert fell quiet again, though his eyes lingered uneasily on the narrow path ahead.

As they started forward once more, the walls grew tighter. The floor was uneven, and water dripped in intervals from the ceiling, echoing like ticking clocks in a room with no time.

They moved slowly, deeper into the tunnel, and Adrian’s steps slowed slightly as he neared the next intersection in the path. The feeling in his gut tightened. Something wasn’t right.

That’s when they heard it - the softest scrape of a footstep that wasn’t theirs.

A shadow moved ahead of them.

Before anyone could react, a tall figure stepped into view, completely silent.

"Now, now… I imagine you have your reasons, but a midnight stroll through the forbidden corridors of Genvah is not something I often recommend to my students."

Standing calmly beneath an archway was Headmaster Kairos, his pale robes like moonlight, and his owl mask gleaming under the flickering torches. His expression was not angry; far from it.

Adrian opened his mouth to speak, but Sevan beat him to it, stepping forward with urgency in his voice. "Sir-Headmaster- we had to. Two of our classmates, Aiden and Amihan, they’re gone. No one’s seen them. We think… we think they went outside."

Kairos tilted his head, and for a moment, he simply regarded Sevan with those distant, thoughtful eyes. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"I know," he said quietly.

"You… know?" Sevan asked, startled.

Kairos nodded again, folding his hands behind his back as he strolled slowly toward them.

"Indeed. I have felt the stirring of magic where it should not stir. I suspected Aiden had left. Amihan, too. But suspicion is not license, my dear Sevan. I appreciate your concern, truly, but that does not justify the risk you’ve taken tonight. Not here. Not through these halls."

Adrian stepped forward now, the anger and desperation in his chest finally boiling to the surface. "We couldn’t just sit around, headmaster. They’re our friends. We don’t know what’s out there. And if something happened-"

"Then we grieve, and we learn," Kairos interrupted softly, "but we do not throw ourselves into the fire after them. That would make the tragedy all the greater."

The silence that followed was heavy. The torches crackled faintly behind them.

"But…" Kairos continued, and his eyes twinkled slightly, though it was impossible to tell if it was with amusement or sadness, "I understand that the heart often speaks louder than the mind. Especially when bonds run deep."

Then, his gaze turned pointed.

"Still, I must ask… how did you come upon this particular path? This portrait?"

Sevan shifted slightly and glanced at Adrian before speaking. "Lopt showed us."

A quiet hum escaped the Headmaster’s lips. He turned slowly, as if recalling something long buried.

"Lopt…" he murmured. "Now there is a name that brings trouble in its wake, though not always malicious. And tell me, Sevan, how is it that young Lopt would know of this passage? There has never been a map of this corridor. No mention in any book. No official record."

Sevan hesitated, uncertain. "Maybe he found it by accident? Or someone told him…?"

But as he spoke, something changed in his eyes. His voice trailed off, and he slowly looked at Kairos as if seeing something, realizing something for the first time.

The Headmaster watched him with gentle interest.

Sevan turned abruptly to Adrian.

"Remember," he said slowly, voice quiet, "how Aiden used to sleepwalk the past few weeks?"

Adrian blinked. "Yeah. Every other night. We kept having to pull him back to bed. What about it?"

Sevan’s eyes stayed locked on Kairos. "Remember how the Headmaster asked us to keep an eye on him? Also how when we went back to our room after we were called, Aiden was saying someone is out to kill him? Oh, and how Aiden always went west?"

Adrian nodded. "Yeah… he’d always go left. Toward the end of the hall. He almost fell down the stairs once."

Sevan looked toward the painting now.

"That’s this hallway," he whispered. "He was trying to get here. Every time."

Adrian’s breath hitched.

He took a step back, his spine brushing the cold wall.

"You’re saying… even then, he was being drawn to this place?"

Kairos looked at them both now, his gaze deep and unreadable.

"The soul remembers what the mind cannot," he said quietly. "Sometimes, we are drawn to our fate long before we understand why."

"But how?" Adrian asked, barely able to keep his voice steady. "There’s no reason Aiden would go here."

Sevan’s voice was distant now, like he was thinking aloud. "Unless… something else was calling him. He does look dazed every time we catch him."

Kairos didn’t answer immediately.

"What you walk into," he said softly, "may be older than you realize. Deeper. I have spent many years in this academy, and even I have not dared to open every door."

Then he turned to them with the faintest of smiles.

"But perhaps… it is time we do."

The wind outside howled, and somewhere in the distance, the bells of the North Tower chimed.

With a soft snap of Headmaster Kairos’ fingers, the air shimmered, and something ancient stirred.

A deep clang broke the quiet, and from the far end of the corridor, a statue of an armored knight stepped down from its pedestal with a metallic groan. Its heavy boots struck the ground with rhythmic clank… clank… , sending vibrations through the stone floor. The runes carved into its armor glowed to life with a soft, eerie blue, and it turned its head toward the four boys, eyes like burning coals flaring to attention.

The boys instinctively stepped back as the statue approached. Standing at least eight feet tall, its frame was carved of midnight-colored metal that shimmered like obsidian in moonlight. There was something solemn about its presence, as if it carried the weight of centuries in its joints.

"I am Sentinel Polen," it intoned, its voice deep and resonant, like thunder in a cathedral. "Under order of Headmaster Kairos, you are to proceed to his office. Do not stray beyond ten meters from my radius. If you do, protective protocols will activate."

Adrian’s voice was tight with disbelief. "You summoned a walking death knight to chaperone us?!"

Jarek, wide-eyed, muttered, "This is worse than detention."

Kairos stepped beside the statue, hands folded neatly behind his back, his robe trailing like a shadow of starlight. His smile was gentle, almost whimsical.

"No, no, my dear boys. Not a death knight. He’s simply… efficient company." He leaned in slightly and added, "He also brews a rather decent cup of tea if you ask him kindly."

The boys stared at him.

Kairos straightened again, his eyes twinkling like distant stars.

"This is not punishment. I do not fault you for your concern- quite the opposite. You’ve shown courage tonight, and compassion. But these are perilous times, and I cannot allow young students, no matter how noble, to walk into the dark unguarded."

Adrian’s hands curled into fists. "So we’re supposed to just sit there and wait? While Amihan and Aiden might be-"

"Lost?" Kairos said softly. "Or in trouble?" He sighed, a long, tired breath. "Yes, I know. I always know more than I let on. That, my dear Adrian, is both a gift and a burden."

Adrian opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Kairos raised a single finger.

"Enough conversation for now. You’ve played your part. Let me play mine."

With that, the Headmaster turned to the opposite pathway.

He stepped toward it, then looked back over his shoulder.

"If I do not return by dawn, tell Professor Anwar he may begin the protocol."

"What protocol?" Rupert asked nervously.

Kairos smiled, his eyes distant. "The kind we hope never to use."

And with that, he stepped into the tunnel and vanished from sight.

The passage sealed itself behind him with a low hum, leaving the four boys standing beside the towering Sentinel, who had turned silently and begun walking toward the stairwell.

"Do we even want to know what ’the protocol’ is?" Rupert asked.

Sevan shook his head, eyes still fixed on the place where the Headmaster had vanished.

The statue paused at the stairwell and turned its head toward them with glowing eyes.

"Proceed," it commanded.

And so, they followed it in silence, deeper into the heart of the Academy- while, somewhere far below, Headmaster Kairos walked alone into the dark.