The month slipped by in quiet rhythm, days weaving together in a cycle of training, study, and fleeting moments of rest.
Morning Training
The sun had barely risen when Luca's breath misted in the cool air of the training grounds. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he forced his body through the routine—push-ups, weighted runs, weapon drills.
"Again," he muttered under his breath, pushing past the burn in his muscles. His sabers sliced through the empty air, movements crisp, refined. Aura flared faintly around his arms, straining against his will.
His chest heaved, but his lips curled in a wry grin. One more lap. If I can't push past this, how will I stand against what's coming?
The baby dragon lay curled on the edge of the field, watching lazily, occasionally letting out a small encouraging chirp.
Classroom with Seraphina
By mid-morning, he was slumped at the back of Seraphina's lecture hall, head bobbing as her clear voice echoed across the classroom.
