The eleventh morning did not arrive quietly. It carried tension with it, but not the uncertain kind that had once lingered in the academy. This was different—sharper, more defined, like something that had finally taken shape and was now waiting to be tested. The word from the previous day still echoed in every mind.
The courtyard reflected that shift immediately. Students had gathered earlier than usual, but they weren't standing still or lost in thought anymore. They were moving—stretching, stepping, testing their balance. Some gathered mana in small bursts, letting it flicker and settle as they adjusted their movements. Conversations were short, direct, and focused.
No one spoke about theory. Because today theory wouldn't matter.
