A few days had passed since Master Oz's final test.
RINNNNNGGGG!
Altair's alarm went off at seven in the morning.
For a moment, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling
Three months of training in Master Oz's pocket domain had rewired his internal clock completely. Waking up at six for brutal conditioning, studying until his eyes burned, practicing magic until his mana reserves ran dry—it had become his new normal.
And now, after two days of actual rest, his body felt almost restless without it.
"You awake?" Finn's voice came from across the room.
"I've been awake for a while now."
"Yeah?, me too."
Altair sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. The dorm room looked exactly as it had months ago, but somehow it felt smaller now. More confined, maybe it was their time away, or maybe it was just because Altair felt way more powerful.
