The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the cave walls. The scent of charred wood mingled with the dampness of the stone, creating an oddly comforting aroma. My students sat around the flames, their faces illuminated by the warm glow, each lost in their own thoughts.
Felix, ever the restless one, broke the silence. "Professor, do you think we'll ever get used to this life? The constant danger, the unpredictability?"
I looked at him, noting the genuine curiosity in his eyes. "Adaptability is a part of our training. Over time, you learn to anticipate the unexpected, to find comfort in the chaos."
Mira smirked. "Felix getting philosophical? Now I've seen everything."
Felix shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "Just trying to keep things interesting."
Julien chuckled. "Well, you're succeeding."
