After that day, after revealing the truth to Vanessa, time had slipped by one after another, and with each passing sunrise, the atmosphere within Velthia Academy grew heavier.
Only five days remained before the departure to Vazrun Island.
The change was impossible to ignore. Everyone could feel it — the tension that seemed to cling to the academy itself.
Velthia had suspended its lectures entirely.
Classrooms once filled with monotonous discussions and magical theory now sat empty, abandoned in favor of preparation.
Five days had been granted to every first-year scholar, to sharpen themselves for whatever awaited them on that island.
Everyone understood the gravity of it.
Training halls remained occupied from dawn until midnight. Even the libraries, usually filled with idle conversations had fallen into an almost sacred quietness. Because no one from the first-year scholar wished to arrive on that island unprepared.
