The morning sun rose bright and golden over Mystic Academy, its light glinting off the countless banners strung across the courtyards. The air buzzed with excitement; it wasn't just another day of classes—it was the day of the long-awaited festivals.
Students hurried through the halls in crisp uniforms or festival outfits, laughter and chatter carrying through every corridor. Stalls were being set up along the paths, carrying the promise of food, games, and music once the contests began.
Aranea walked with her friends through the throng, eyes wide at the transformation of the school grounds.
Even Zann, usually too composed to show much, cracked a small grin at the liveliness of it all. Beside him, Leonel kept his usual cool expression, but his gaze lingered on the colorful decorations, clearly impressed.
