As Seth stepped out of the Institute's clinic, the moonlight bathed the campus in a soft, silvery glow. The night was cool, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. It was one of those peaceful nights where everything seemed to stand still, contrasting with the intensity of the earlier battle.
He couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. The victory over his private teacher, Raiden, had filled him with a sense of accomplishment he had never experienced before. He replayed the fight in his mind, savoring each moment of triumph and determination.
The clinic's sterile, antiseptic smell still clung to him, a reminder of the thorough examination he had undergone. The white, fluorescent lights had made everything seem clinical and impersonal. It was a relief to be out in the open, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature.
