Morning light filtered through the high-arched windows of Arcadia Academy, painting the white-stone halls with soft gold. A breeze carried the scent of dew and blooming manaflowers from the east garden, and students in uniform bustled about with morning chatter and sleepy yawns.
But for Luca Von Valentine, none of that mattered.
He was trudging through the corridors, clutching the side of his head, expression somewhere between groggy and horrified.
"What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?"
Seraphina's angry voice echoed in his mind like a gong.
Earlier that morning, he had barely stirred from sleep when his communication crystal lit up on the nightstand. The second he accepted it, Seraphina's furious face shimmered into view, blue hair pulled tightly into a morning bun, eyes blazing with a familiar wrath.
"What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"W-What do you mean?" Luca had asked, still rubbing sleep from his eyes.
