Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was finally time for the Eastern Academy to begin their journey to the Central Continent.
It was morning, and the first rays of sunlight covered the academy grounds.
At the entrance, dozens of young students had gathered, divided into three groups.
The juniors , like Calus and the rest ranged from twelve to eighteen years old.
The senior students, in their final years, ranged from twenty to twenty-five.
Then there were the graduated seniors, ranging from thirty to one hundred years old.
The atmosphere was thick with powerful auras, and Calus immediately noticed the stronger ones among them.
At least everything seemed to be aligning with the past this time.
But the question remained , would the upcoming battles also align?
The trip to the Central Continent was one of the events Calus had been looking forward to the most.
