After reinforcing himself through [Powerscaling], Ruvian wasted no time. He made the necessary preparations, then slipped out of his room.
It was late, and dangerously close to curfew, which was the hour when the academy fell under strict regulation. By this time, all scholars were expected to have returned to their assigned quarters, with corridor movement heavily restricted and monitored.
Under normal circumstances, scholars were required to remain within their dormitories, devoting the remaining hours of the night to rest.
Even those driven enough to pursue additional training were not exempt; access to the training facilities required formal approval from the faculty, often submitted days in advance.
However, Ruvian had no intention of heading toward the training center.
His destination lay elsewhere.
Silvena's room.
And yes, he had every reason to be there, despite this late at night.
For good reason, of course.
