Luca entered Class A's lecture hall, hair still slightly damp from shower after daily morning training. The sun filtering through the grand arched windows bathed the room in a golden hue, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. As usual, he made his way to his seat near the back, the one with the perfect view of both the chalkboard and the door.
Eric was already there, lounging with his arms behind his head. "Yo," he said, grinning. "Survived the morning massacre?"
Luca dropped into his seat beside him, smirking. "Barely. The training dummies hit harder than the senior knights these days."
"Hah, maybe they've been cursed too."
They exchanged a few more quips about breakfast, mana control, and the other unimportant shit, until the classroom's cheerful buzz was abruptly silenced.
The doors opened with a gentle creak, and Seraphina stepped in.
