On the same opening, Sylvie stood apart from the crowd, her gaze drifting across the vibrant scene. The six-week break had passed in a blur, but for her, it had been anything but restful.
After a brief visit to her hometown village in the west—a place she hadn't seen in years—her world had shifted dramatically. She had barely settled into the familiar sights and scents of the home before a summons from the academy arrived.
The Headmaster himself… she thought, her grip tightening around the strap of her bag. It still felt surreal. Jonathan, the legendary figure whose mere name commanded respect, had personally overseen her training.
