As the instructor Thrain was standing on the podium, a soft, melodious chime filled the air, signaling the end of the class.
The sound was like nothing Eryndor had ever heard before - it was as if the very fabric of the air was vibrating with a gentle, ethereal music.
The chime seemed to emanate from the very walls of the academy itself, echoing through the corridors, classrooms, and across the sports field.
The students began to stir, gathering their belongings and chatting with one another. Eryndor, still standing near the podium, felt a sense of relief wash over him.
He had been so focused on his conversation with Lyra and his observations of Lila that he had almost forgotten about the class.
Kaiden nodded at Eryndor as he stood up, brushing off his pants. Eryndor returned the nod, and the two of them exchanged a brief smile.
