Logan woke before the first light of dawn filtered through the thin curtains of his dormitory room.
The world outside was still silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle morning breeze.
His body ached with the residual fatigue of days spent hunting and gathering the points necessary to purchase his new spells. But the fatigue was a welcome reminder.
It was proof that progress came only through hard work.
He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the dimness of the room. His hands rested lightly on his knees, steadying his breath.
Today, he would begin training with the two spells that had cost him so much effort: Eclipsing Grasp and Sovereign of Darkness.
There was no time for hesitation.
Dressing quickly but carefully, Logan slipped on his dark training robes.
They were simple, practical, worn from repeated use, but they fit him well enough. There was no need for decoration or anything unnecessary here, only function.
