The Veinwalker Academy courtyard was unusually peaceful that morning. The sun shone warmly, birds chirped lazily, and the faint scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchens. The group of young Veinwalkers scarred, tired, and still a little traumatized from recent battles had gathered again. But today, for once, there were no enemies, no looming disasters, just… life.
Khael Corzedar leaned against a tree, arms crossed, eyes scanning the courtyard with the faintest furrow in his brow. "Another peaceful morning…" he muttered, though his expression betrayed the tension he still carried. (I can't let myself relax too much, not yet.)
Kaen Suro, predictably, bounced on the balls of his feet, flames faintly flickering along his jacket's embroidery as if reflecting his impatience. "Relax? Relax?! Are you kidding me? Relaxing is for losers! The moment we relax, something bad happens!"
