The sound of birds chirping echoed softly across the courtyard.
A gentle breeze rustled the trees, and the skies above the academy were painted a clear, radiant blue—unblemished, as if untouched by the chaos of just days ago.
The winter's grasp had begun to weaken.
Snow still clung to the corners of stone buildings and blanketed the shadows where the sun did not reach, but the world was slowly changing.
The scent of spring lingered in the air—fresh, warm, and filled with subtle life. It was the unmistakable sign that a new season, and perhaps a new chapter, was beginning.
Classes had resumed like normal.
The Academy was once again filled with the sounds of lectures, sparring chants from the training fields, and the subtle hum of magical resonance within the halls.
The recent incident during the opening ceremony—the abrupt descent of monstrous ice golems from the sky—had already begun to fade from memory.
