Liam walked through the academy grounds, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the stone paths.
'Should I head back to the dorm for some rest or stop by the cafeteria for food?' He mulled over the thought but quickly dismissed the latter. 'Not really hungry, but I do feel a little dizzy. Probably a side effect of regaining my magic.'
Deciding on rest, he made his way toward his dorm, his gaze briefly dropping to the sheathed sword at his waist. Ever since Draven had taught him Void Storage, he'd stopped using physical sheaths for his weapons. During the battlefield exam, he had made an exception for his daggers, but carrying a sword like this felt unfamiliar. It had been a while since he last wielded one in real combat.
