Suspicious Eyes

The campus buzzed with a tense energy as students shuffled around, murmuring about the destructive chaos that took place. 

*Step* *Step* 

My steps were careful and deliberate as I slipped out of the wasbroom and joined everyone else, keeping my head low. The aftermath of the epic fight between me and Nebula was visible; scorch marks adorned the ground, banners hung in tatters, and debris littered the festival grounds. The air was thick with unease, and I could feel eyes on me from all directions. 

"Just act normal," I muttered to myself. 

Before I could blend into the crowd completely, a sleek black car pulled up at the gates. The students hushed collectively as the door opened, revealing the Queen. She stepped out gracefully, planting her boots firmly on the ground. Her imposing figure was draped in a flowing black coat, and a glimmering sword rested on her back. Her presence was magnetic, exuding authority and danger in equal measure.