The next morning, the academy was freezing cold. Frost clung to the windows like thin silver veins, and the air bit through even the thickest coats.
Most students had already gone to class, while the competitors were gathered with their teams and professors, buzzing with nerves and excitement.
Ezrik, on the other hand, woke up late. His body was heavy and aching from the sleepless nights. Being trapped on another planet and barely getting an hour of rest had drained him completely.
He moved sluggishly, checking his reflection and scanning his arms and torso for any fresh scratches. Satisfied that he looked somewhat human, he wore a shirt, slipped on a dark coat and wrapped a white scarf around his neck. He was halfway to the door when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
The name on the screen made him exhale sharply. Isaak.
