Chapter 155

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Dexter found himself back at the familiar gates of his school. It was a stark contrast to the darkness he had just emerged from, yet the duality of his existence—the boy who fought against shadows and the student navigating everyday life—settled uneasily within him. The air buzzed with the usual sounds of chatter and laughter, yet there was a tension that lingered beneath the surface.

Walking through the halls, he noticed whispers and sidelong glances directed his way. Rumors had circulated about his recent battles—the defeat of the Abyssal King, the whispers of his newfound powers. But what struck him most was the palpable fear among his fellow students, especially the awakeners. They were drawn to him but also wary, as if he were a walking storm ready to unleash chaos at any moment.

Dexter approached his locker, preparing for another day of classes, but he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see
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