The Academy wasn't just a place of learning; it was a battlefield of its own, where only the strongest would rise to the top.
Leon's eyes narrowed as he thought about the trials ahead. He wasn't afraid—he had come too far to be daunted by what lay in wait. But he was cautious. There was no room for arrogance in this world, and he knew that underestimating his enemies would lead to his downfall.
The innkeeper brought him his meal, and Leon ate in silence, his mind already planning his next move. Silverveil was a temporary stop, a momentary pause in his journey. Soon, he would be on the road again, heading for the capital, where his true test awaited.
As the sun began to set, casting the village in a warm, golden glow, Leon leaned back in his and closed his eyes. He could feel the weight of the day's journey easing from his shoulders, but his resolve remained firm.
