A few days passed, and everything only got worse.
The midterm evaluations were right around the corner, and with the Inter-Academy
Tournament scheduled right after that, the Student Council office was a storm of movement. Papers piled up faster than anyone could read them.
Reports, schedules, resource requests... every damn hour, something new arrived.
And after all that, we'd still have to prepare for the Festival of Zenith.
We were pretty busy.
Actually.. no, beyond busy.
It was morning again.
The golden light of the sun spilled through the tall arched windows, casting a faint glow across the room.
Dust motes drifted lazily through the air while the sound of rustling papers and pens scratching filled the silence.
Lunara sat at the far end of the long table, as calm and cold as always. Her violet eyes were fixed on a sheet of parchment glowing faintly with divine seals.
She didn't even look tired, even though she'd probably been awake since dawn.
