Morning had fully descended upon Crownspire Academy.
The countless pathways stretching throughout the enormous campus had already become filled with students moving toward their respective classes while conversations drifted through the cool air from every direction. Some students discussed assignments they had forgotten to complete. Others debated yesterday's matches upon the training grounds. A few first-years were still enthusiastically arguing over whether Khaira's strategy could genuinely be called a strategy at all.
Meanwhile, the sunlight illuminated the academy's white-and-gold architecture beautifully, causing the glass panels and marble pathways to shimmer beneath the clear morning sky.
And amidst the crowd—
Damon walked silently.
His expression remained calm.
His posture remained composed.
Yet anyone familiar with him would have immediately noticed something unusual.
He was slightly grumpier than normal.
Not visibly.
Not enough for most people to notice.
