Kapitel 72: ACT 1

[Neveah POV]

I scrolled through the endless stream of Kurrent posts. Act 1 of the novel was shaping up to be a splendid disaster. With the Kurrent app exploding in popularity, the elitist undercurrents in the academy were bubbling over, threatening to erupt into a full-blown social war.

"The Academy for the Privileged Only" groups were popping up like noxious mushrooms. Entitled students and power-hungry nobles were rising, advocating for a return to the good old days when "those who serve" knew their place.

My gaze drifted to the profile picture of Azrael, the newly chosen Human Blessed. With his kind eyes and gentle demeanor. But that's where things got messy. Would he, the symbol of human hope, stand with the elite who coddled him, or would he champion the underprivileged, the very people he was supposed to represent, the very place he came from?