"Have you double checked your stuff?"
Edna and Emilia's voices overlapped, each aimed at their own person but harmonizing like a worried chorus.
Azel didn't even bother trying to fight the inevitable and resigned himself to a tired nod.
Of course, Edna was speaking to him, while Emilia and Rain's mother directed their fussing toward Rain.
Not that it mattered.
Bags were packed, weapons were sharpened, and every essential item had been tucked away with precision.
There was no turning back.
The only way to reach the floating island in the sky — the Astralis Academy was either by flying ship or by mounting a flying creature of one's own.
Azel, naturally, had chosen the latter. Griffins were faster, more agile, and, in his opinion, far more majestic than being crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with other sweaty examinees aboard a ship.
Still, this was just the beginning.
