Night had gradually settled over Crownspire Academy once more.
The lively atmosphere that had filled the academy throughout the day had long since faded away as students retreated toward their dormitories after completing their classes and training sessions. The pathways outside remained illuminated by rows of mana lamps whose soft golden light stretched across the stone roads, while the occasional sound of footsteps or distant conversation drifted through the cool night air before disappearing once more into silence.
Meanwhile—
Inside Damon's dormitory, a warm and peaceful atmosphere prevailed.
A small mana lamp resting upon the desk illuminated the room with a gentle glow while the curtains near the window swayed softly beneath the cool breeze slipping through the partially opened glass.
Damon sat quietly behind his desk.
A book remained open before him.
Yet he wasn't reading it.
His gaze rested somewhere beyond the pages while his thoughts wandered elsewhere.
