Veyra adjusted her cloak and released a long, tired breath.
'Two weeks.'
It had already been two whole weeks since the attack on the Academy ended, and somehow, life had refused to calm down even for a moment.
Azel had been dragged back and forth for meetings in the Capital…. council discussions, incident reports, and all sorts of political nonsense that made her want to rip someone's paperwork to shreds.
But at least now, after everything, he was home.
Rochel City was far behind them.
Now they lived in a quiet, distant area called Lepreun Town, a place so peaceful it felt almost unreal after the nightmare they had survived.
'I wonder if the Academy will ever return,' she thought, though she doubted it.
The building could be rebuilt, the barrier replaced, but the soul of that place… its people had been scattered by tragedy.
And anyway, the only thing she genuinely missed there was the food.
