The golden rays of dawn crept through the windows of Adam's dormitory room, casting soft, warm light across the wooden floorboards.
He blinked a few times, adjusting to the morning glow, and stretched his limbs lazily. The events of the previous day played briefly in his mind—a mixture of tension, surprise, and something he still couldn't entirely process.
"Alright, focus. First class today," he thought to himself, shaking off the remnants of sleep.
Adam dressed quickly, donning the academy's standard uniform—a crisp white shirt with gold accents, a fitted navy-blue blazer, and trousers.
The insignia of the academy—a stylized golden phoenix—gleamed on his chest, symbolizing the prestige of his new environment.
With his satchel slung over his shoulder, Adam stepped outside, joining the stream of students heading toward their respective classrooms.
