The contrast between how the library was when he entered, versus when he went to exit, was immediate.
Where the deeper sections had been still, almost untouched, the main halls were alive with movement. Students moved in clusters now, gathering in groups that had been decided before the event. Classes stuck together.
Twenty-four hours had changed the atmosphere.
Ronan ignored the commotion and continued his exit. No one seemed to be getting close to where he just was, save the Princess.
Everyone had other priorities, and it was showing. Even though the library was full, there weren't actually that many students using it for research. Most of them seemed to just use it as an area to meet up.
Ronan overheard conversations as he walked by. They would gather supplies, reinforce formations, and decide on roles they barely understood.
They were solving the wrong problem.
