A week had swiftly passed, filled with the routines of Azrael's life at the academy. It was the usual pattern of classes, training, and studying.
After his classes concluded, he often found himself heading to various training facilities to hone his skills. The virtual reality training room provided a platform for him to fine-tune his illusion abilities, engaging in combat scenarios that challenged his powers.
At other times, he delved into the arcane archives of the library, seeking to expand his knowledge. And then there were the hours dedicated to mastering the art of potion-making, a discipline that required both precision and creativity.
As night fell and the campus grew quieter, Azrael would pause in his progress on transforming his upper body.
