Slowly, time drifted between them as the weekend faded, leaving only the sweet scent of sex and sweat hanging faintly in memory. Then came the dawn of a new week... bright, alive, and full of expectation.
DAWN...
The academy buzzed with energy. Students gathered in clusters, chatter spilling in hushed whispers. Some swelled with pride, still clinging to the memories of past events; others spoke eagerly of the future, imagining what they would become once they finally ascended to Grade C noble.
By the time the classroom filled, the tension was palpable. Every seat was taken, the low hum of conversation rippling like static in the air. All eyes, though, occasionally flicked toward the door, awaiting Professor Girzar and the speech that would decide the tone of the upcoming final duels.
