The morning sun bathed the skies of Arcadia Academy in a soft golden hue, chasing away the lingering chill of dawn. Dressed in his formal travel attire, Luca stood before the dormitory gates, his violet hair gently tousled by the breeze as he adjusted his sword belt. Today was the day they would leave for the royal capital.
A grand celebration awaited them—the Honor Ball hosted in the Imperial Palace. A moment of recognition, of titles and medals, of noble pomp and old tensions resurfacing. But for now, it was just them—friends and comrades—gathered on the Academy grounds with the flutter of wings, the glimmer of contracted beasts, and the thrill of travel in the air.
