The morning after her breakthrough with the Infinite Horizon technique, Seol-ah found herself waiting at the east entrance of Starcrest Academy. The sun had just begun its ascent, painting the sky in hues of amber and gold that reflected off the polished stone of the academy's towering spires. She stood with perfect posture, hands clasped behind her back, golden eyes scanning the path for any sign of Arthur.
She had spoken with her father last night about her progress. The conversation had been brief but momentous—Moyong Jeong rarely showed emotion, but the slight widening of his eyes had spoken volumes. A Grade 6 art for their family. The implications were profound, and they both knew it.
"You're early."
Seol-ah turned to find Arthur approaching, his movements silent and efficient as always. He wore a simple training outfit, but there was nothing simple about the way he carried himself—like a blade sheathed but ever-ready.
