The changes in the Academy—especially within the First Year—spread like an ebbing tide: slow, yet inevitable.
With routines resuming as they should, at least on the surface, the once-sparse First Year corridors began to fill again. Even with the official restart of all activities, some students still took the liberty of a few extra days away—though, of course, only with a "valid" excuse.
But nothing lasts forever. Change is constant. And the Academy, unwilling to dwell too long on the shadow of its greatest mistake, was forced to move forward. Lingering in the past would only deepen the damage already done.
In a little over a week after the official resumption, things were… exactly the same. Almost like half of us hadn't died in a Dungeon run hijacked by an actual Demon whose motives were still anyone's guess. You know, just another "class experience."
Like nothing happened.
—Or so I'd like to say.
