Whispers of Worlds Beyond: A Series - Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Phasing Chapter 107: Phasing As soon as Professor Mopsus dismissed the class, the students began packing up their things.

Aiden stood up slowly, still caught in the weight of his realization.

Emmeranne, as usual, left without another word, leaving Aiden alone.

He barely noticed her go as he made his way toward Adrian and Sevan, who were already waiting by the door.

Adrian was the first to speak, snickering as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Shiloh’s pissed at me.” Sevan raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” Adrian smirked.

“Because my dreams were completely random, and he wasted his time trying to analyze nonsense.

Apparently, dreaming about falling into an endless void and then eating a whole roasted chicken doesn’t mean anything.” Sevan rolled his eyes.

“You’re impossible.” Then he turned to Aiden.

“What about you?” Aiden barely heard him at first.

He was still caught up in what had happened.

“Aiden?” Finally, he snapped back to reality.

He glanced at them both before exhaling.

“Emmeranne and I had the same dream.” Silence.

Adrian blinked, then tilted his head.

“What?” “You had the same dream?” Sevan asked.

Aiden nodded.

“She even wrote it down in her assignment.

I dream of a tree with a black bird perched on a branch.

And she…” He hesitated, feeling the words settle in his chest.

“She dreams that she is the bird.” Adrian’s smirk disappeared.

Sevan folded his arms, his expression turning thoughtful.

“Well,” Adrian finally said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s a load of bullshit.” Sevan crossed his arms, his brows furrowed in thought.

“If you and Emmeranne share the same dream while also being paired together… then you’re really tied together.

I don’t think this is a good coincidence…” Aiden remained silent, still processing it all.

Sevan continued, “Professor Mopsus said that he partnered us with the person we hold the closest tie with.

If that’s true, then he knows something- maybe about your future.” Adrian let out a low whistle.

“Creepy old man playing matchmaker with fate, huh?” Sevan ignored him.

“It wouldn’t hurt to ask him.” Aiden looked at him sharply.

“You want me to ask Mopsus?” “Why not?” Sevan replied.

“He assigned this project for a reason.

And dreams are important in Divination, right?

If anyone has answers, it’s him.” Aiden hesitated.

The idea of confronting Mopsus about it felt… uncomfortable.

He didn’t trust the old man.

And yet, the weight of the dream pressed heavily on him.

“…I’ll think about it,” he finally said.

Adrian smirked.

“Well, maybe you and Emmeranne are destined to be together.” Sevan nodded thoughtfully.

“That would make sense.

If you both share the same dream, it could mean your futures are intertwined.” Adrian’s grin widened.

“Yeah, intertwined in a romantic way.” Aiden scowled and immediately shoved him.

“Shut up.” Adrian just laughed, stumbling back dramatically.

“Hey, don’t get all shy now.

I’m just saying, Professor Mopsus might have just predicted your love life.” Sevan rolled his eyes.

“Or it could mean something much deeper, like fate connecting you two through something important.” Adrian wiggled his eyebrows.

“Love is important.” Aiden groaned, running a hand down his face.

“I hate you both.” Adrian clapped him on the back.

“You’re just making it a big deal.

Besides, Mopsus can’t predict all the future now, would he?” Sevan sighed.

“Let’s just get to our next class before Aiden actually sets you on fire.” —————————— As soon as the last class with Sir Bernard ended, Aiden, Adrian, and Sevan wasted no time slipping out of the room.

The moment they stepped into the hallway, they exchanged exhausted glances before making a beeline straight for their dormitory.

The day had drained them completely.

From the secret training with Professor Anwar at dawn to Lopt’s unexpected return, Emmeranne’s unsettling words, and the bizarre incident with Professor Mopsus, their minds were running on fumes.

Even Adrian, who always had something snarky to say, walked in silence beside them.

By the time they reached their room, Sevan barely had the energy to shut the door behind them before collapsing onto his bed with a groan.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my life.” Aiden sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his temples.

“Yeah, well, at least you didn’t find out you were sharing dreams with someone.” Adrian flopped onto his mattress with a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, woe is you, Aiden.

Bound by fate to a mysterious girl.

What a tragedy.” Aiden shot him a glare, but he was too exhausted to argue.

Instead, he lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

The room was filled only with the quiet sounds of their breathing.

The weight of the day pressed heavily on them.

Adrian let out a slow breath.

“Let’s just sleep.

We’ll deal with everything tomorrow.” No one argued.

And for the first time that day, the three of them let themselves relax.

The next morning, sunlight barely seeped through the curtains when a soft rustling sound reached Aiden’s ears.

He groggily blinked awake, his body still sore from everything that had happened the night before.

For a moment, he thought it was just Adrian shifting in his sleep or maybe Sevan getting up earlier than usual.

But then, a faint tap against the floor.

Aiden sat up.

His gaze landed on a small folded note lying just past the door.

Frowning, he slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the others, and picked it up.

The parchment was light, almost delicate in his hands, but there was no sender’s name.

Aiden stared at the note in his hands, reading the words over and over again.

When the trumpets go off.

He read it aloud.

That was it.

No sender, no instructions, nothing else.

Behind him, Sevan peered over his shoulder, still groggy from sleep.

“What kind of weird code is that?” Adrian, who had just sat up, stretched lazily and yawned.

“Maybe it’s a prank.

Sounds like something Lopt would do just to mess with us.” Aiden frowned, turning the note over, but there was nothing on the other side.

Still, they were exhausted from the night before, and no one felt like dealing with more mysteries.

Sevan took the note from Aiden’s hands and set it on the nightstand.

“Whatever it is, we can think about it later.

We have classes.” “Right,” Adrian groaned, flopping back onto his bed.

“Just wake me when we’re late.” Adrian yelped as he hit the floor with a loud thud.

“What the fuck, Sevan?!” he groaned, rubbing his side as he glared up at him.

Sevan, standing by the door with his arms crossed, raised an unimpressed brow.

“If you’re gonna sleep again, we’ll go without you.” Adrian groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face.

“You’re so heartless.

Can’t a guy get five more minutes?” “No.” Aiden shook his head, already tying his boots.

“You might as well get up, Adrian.

You know he’ll leave you.” Adrian huffed but dragged himself off the floor.

“Fine, fine.

I’m coming.” Sevan opened the door, already stepping out.

“Then move faster.” When they neared the Great Hall, they noticed something was off.

A large number of students were gathered outside, whispering among themselves, their expressions ranging from confusion to unease.

Adrian squinted.

“Why aren’t they going in?” Sevan, ever observant, scanned the crowd.

“Something’s going on.” Aiden’s gaze landed on someone standing out from the rest- a classmate of theirs wearing shades indoors.

Peter was one of their classmates, easily recognizable with his tan skin, brown hair, and the fact that he was the tallest out of all the first years.

Also wearing sunglasses.

They made their way toward him.

“Peter,” Aiden called.

“What’s happening?” Peter turned his head slightly, adjusting his shades.

“You got the letter too, didn’t you?” Sevan exchanged glances with Aiden and Adrian.

“You mean the ‘when the trumpets go off’ thing?” Adrian asked.

Peter nodded.

“Yeah.

Apparently, the fourth years are blocking off the Great Hall.

They’re trying to stop something from ringing.” Aiden furrowed his brows.

“Something?

What do you mean?” Peter simply shrugged.

“No idea.

But I do know I’m hungry, and they’re blocking the way.” “Wait, so they’re just standing there?” Sevan asked.

Peter nodded.

“Yup.

Whole group of them, right at the entrance.” Just then, a voice rang out over the crowd.

“Move.” The students turned, and stepping forward was a muscular guy with multiple piercings glinting under the morning light.

His black hair had striking purple highlights below his natural hair, making him stand out even more.

Unlike the others, he hadn’t bothered with the vest part of the uniform, only wearing the white long-sleeved polo with the sleeves haphazardly cuffed up to his elbows.

The motion revealed a few tattoos peeking through, inked patterns swirling against his skin.

“Let me pass.” Adrian, never one to back down, scoffed and moved to step aside.

“Go on, then.” But the second Adrian shifted, the guy didn’t go around him.

Instead, he walked straight into him- except he didn’t collide.

He passed right through Adrian like he wasn’t even there.

Adrian jolted, eyes wide, whipping around just in time to see the boy continuing toward the front like nothing happened.

“What the-”