Two days had passed since then, a day before a memorial was held for those who died in the Battle of Beastridge mountain. Academy classes have been halted as students had to prepare for mid sem exams.
Morning sunlight bathed the training grounds in a golden hue as Luca ran laps, his breath steady, steps rhythmic. His injuries had mostly healed by now, thanks to both his innate recovery and some help from the academy's healers. Beads of sweat trickled down his temple as he pushed himself through another round.
Midsems… huh.
I don't think I need to study anything, really. With the knowledge I have, topping the exams should be easy.
Still, he didn't slow down until his legs began to ache. Coming to a stop, Luca plopped onto a bench near the track, catching his breath as he wiped his face with a towel. Just then, his communication crystal buzzed and flickered to life.
