Later that day, William was making his way back to his dorm after his special class. He had chosen potion-making for a simple reason: it was one of the few ways one could safely earn insane money. Potions like the elusive soul potion could fetch exorbitant prices on the market.
While others sought dangerous combat-related jobs or missions that risked life and limb, William had seen the value in mastering a skill that could make him wealthy without gambling his neck. After all, a well-made potion could be worth more than gold in the right hands.
As he crossed the academy grounds, a commotion caught his attention. Heads turned as the rumble of engines filled the air. A convoy of battered buses, escorted by military vehicles, rolled into the academy gates. The buses bore scorch marks, dents, and bullet holes—grim reminders of their harrowing journey. The students from Military Academy 5 had arrived.
