Tuesday morning arrived, and like clockwork, I woke up at dawn to perform my morning training routine. Afterward, I got ready for my classes, feeling the familiar sense of indifference settling in. As I walked through the campus, I kept my gaze low, avoiding unnecessary interactions.
In the classroom for Defensive Evocations and Warding, I noticed Phillip and Shura sitting at the back, where I usually sat. I approached them, and a casual conversation ensued.
"Morning, guys," I greeted them with a nod.
"Morning, Barrett. Ready for the first class?" Phillip asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Sure," I replied with my usual nonchalance.
The class gradually filled up, and Professor Massen arrived promptly. He made note of who was present and dismissed us for our first class.
