By the time Sagiri was breaking through the Galka War Academy's vicinity, it was already morning. Just two hours or less before daybreak. Sagiri had ripped out his sigil at some point during his chase. He had also slowed down a bit. He pushed the archive out on the left side of the wall, a few hundred feet from the gate. He teleported inside the wall and immediately retracted it. The civilians in the arena should have been waking up now. It was a week of no sleep in Tagayia till the exams ended. They slept in sleeping bags in the arena and ate courtesy of the mandra and the great chief of the north. It is considered a festival.
The simple act had finally exhausted him. Even so, sagiri broke into a run at top speed. He needed to find the shortest distance possible to the outsiders' eating encampments. He broke through the woods just as the queue was starting to get fat. The day would start in a few.
