Elijah turned to Lucas, a reverent expression plastered on his face.
"But for real, you saved my ass there. Handling that massive flock of steel-winged ravens with such effortless ease—hard to imagine anyone else pulling it off."
They found themselves in a chamber full of cadets, all standing in neat rows with massive yet compact furnaces burning in front of them.
Right next to the furnaces were anvils, and beside them were postmortem tables on which lay dead bodies with their faces covered.
Lucas gracefully swept back his long silver hair. His blue and white uniform made him stand out from the sea of cadets in the room clad in red and black.
Six months had passed since the Elemental Hydra attack during the first-year practical exam. After a brief hospital stay, Lucas had to return to the academy.
In his second year, Lucas chose to replace cooking with forging as his elective. He thought it could be a skill that would come in handy someday.
