Morning quietly arrived over the Royal Academy.
The first rays of sunlight gradually pushed away the cold darkness of dawn, spreading across the elegant residential district of the East Wing. Thin layers of snow still rested upon the rooftops and gardens, while faint white mist drifted above the stone roads, creating a peaceful scene that only the early risers were fortunate enough to witness.
Like every other morning...
Ezra woke before sunrise.
His routine hadn't changed simply because he had entered the Royal Academy.
After washing up and changing into simple training clothes, he quietly stepped outside his residence and began his usual morning exercise.
His breathing remained calm.
Steady.
Each step landed with the same measured rhythm as he jogged along the stone road that stretched through the residential district.
Around that same time...
The front door of the neighboring house also opened.
Cyrus Burnwick stepped outside.
