The academy was nothing if not relentless.
Even though the first years had just finished their practical evaluation exam—an ordeal that had pushed many to their limits—their schedules resumed as if nothing had happened. No breaks, no reprieve. The strict curriculum marched on, demanding the same level of discipline as always.
For those who still bore injuries from the exam, there was some leniency, but only to an extent. They were excused from direct combat and magic training, but everything else? They were expected to attend, regardless of their condition. The academy did not cater to weakness.
Morning classes had just ended, and the usual rush of students poured into the cafeteria for lunch. However, Velren had a different destination in mind.
