Byun lounged in the academy's grand hall, the air warm with the scent of polished wood and the faint hum of mana from lingering enchantments. The high ceiling arched above, its stone beams casting long shadows under the glow of chandeliers, their soft light dancing across the scattered tables
He slouched deeper into the chair, letting his blond hair fall messily over his eyes as he idly twirled a quill between his fingers, more out of habit than intent.
His expression was neutral but carried the heavy stamp of boredom, the kind that settled in after too many days without purpose.
The academy still buzzed with the fallout from the recent tournament, students and teachers alike discussing Jae's unexpected victory in whispered awe or disbelief.
Byun could hear their voices even now, muffled through the thick walls, a distant echo of energy that failed to reach him.
