Everyone had gone to their individual dorm rooms to rest for the night. The academy had finally grown quiet, though silence here never truly meant peace. For most of the Pagna warriors, sleep wasn't a necessity in the way it was for ordinary humans; it was more of a luxury, a momentary comfort, something they indulged in to relax rather than survive.
Raze, however, remained wide awake.
He sat at his desk, surrounded by books, scrolls, and crystals that pulsed faintly with residual mana. His white hair caught the dim glow of a lamp as his eyes scanned the notes laid out before him. He wasn't tired , not even close. His mind was too sharp, too restless.
Time magic. That was what he had been studying.
