At last, the morning of Vazrun Island finally came.
At precisely two in the breathless dark morning, the moon had begun its descent, and even the wind lay silent. All the four halls — Celestia, Vermillion, Azure and Obsidian Halls — awoke to the echoing toll of a magical chime, resonating like some distant ancient bell.
It was sharp, and very loud, cutting through the dormitory's quietude. There was no second call. Those who did not rise with the chime would be marked, and those who were marked would be penalised.
The instructors had made it clear the night prior:
Every first-year scholar had received the directive to wake at 2 a.m., assemble by 3, and depart immediately to Drevhan Shore, where Velthia's Vessel awaited.
Chime!
Ruvian opened his eyes the moment the chime rang, heavily influenced by the enchantment of the sound that forced his body to awake. There was no moment of bleary disorientation at all.
'Haaa… I still can't get used to the enchantment of that bell.'
