Fall break arrived like an inevitability.
No grand send-off, no emotional farewells—just the slow trickle of students filtering out of Mythos Academy, each heading to their own destinations. Some were going home, some were off to private training grounds, and some, like me, were about to step into a whole different world.
Rachel had insisted—in that effortless, noble way of hers—that she would handle all travel arrangements. I hadn't even seen the bill. Probably for the best. The cost of teleporting off Mythos Academy's private island wasn't for those who checked their bank statements.
And just like that, in less than a minute, I found myself stepping out of a warp hub in the Northern continent, an ultra-modern facility with sleek walls, automated transport routes, and travelers moving with well-practiced efficiency.
Rachel, completely unfazed by any of it, glanced at her phone and gestured for me to follow.
"Come on," she said. "We have another transfer."
