AROUND THE SAME TIME IN THE HOMERIC ACADEMY.
It was a late afternoon and a sunny one at that. The Sun's rays cascaded down the puffy clouds that hovered over the academy in a melodic timbre of crimson and amber. Its brilliant, iridescent hue left an impactful impression on all those who looked up at the sky as the sounds of students chattering across the fields of the Academy echoed within it.
Some students were actively participating in one or two combat practices, while others performed magic combat training. Their voices could be heard across the academy, and it filled it with a lively presence from their youthful energy and prowess.
While some participated in physical classes, others were busy in their classes, listening to their lecturers for the last time of the Day, while some others skipped through it to have heartfelt conversations with their friends.
