The morning air was a bit chilly, with dew still clinging to the grass as Noah followed Professor Cecilia across the academy grounds.
The rising sun cast long, golden rays that stretched over the cobblestone paths, touching the rooftops of the distant dormitories.
As they walked, the sound of their boots was the only thing breaking the silence. It made it feel as if they were the only beings that existed in the world.
As if they were truly alone.
Cecilia walked ahead of him in silence, her cloak fluttering faintly with each step.
She didn't look back, and she didn't speak. Her pace was steady, confident, and unyielding.
Noah trailed behind, his mind quietly racing.
They were heading towards the training halls, or at least that's what he assumed.
The private training halls stood at the far edge of the campus, a complex of reinforced domes surrounded by enchantments that kept mana discharge from spilling out.
