After we wrapped up our presentations and prepared to leave Nimran, the bus ride back to the Academy provided a welcome reprieve. The rhythmic hum of the mana-powered engine filled the air, a steady companion to the gentle sway of the luxurious vehicle. The seats, as always, were far too comfortable for students. I leaned back beside Rose, who was scrolling lazily through her tablet, her gaze occasionally flicking out the window at the passing, controlled scenery of Nimran's outskirts.
I mulled over the details of the skeleton for the Lich as the bus rumbled forward. The Skull and the Basilisk Heart were high-quality enough to set the bar intimidatingly high. A nine-star Skeleton would match them perfectly, but finding such a thing… well, the word "daunting" didn't even begin to cover it.
"Arthur," Rose suddenly piped up, her brown eyes peeking over her tablet with a knowing smile. "Are you looking for… a skeleton?"
