Brandon walked through the Academy halls and his body is still aching from the brutal sparring session with Naevora.
He took a quick shower, washing away the sweat and grime, but the soreness remained.
The hallways were relatively quiet, as most students were already inside their classrooms.
He picked up his pace, knowing he was running late.
As he reached the door to his classroom, he let out a small breath and pushed it open.
The moment he stepped inside, a dozen pairs of eyes flickered toward him.
The teacher, who was an older woman, briefly paused mid-lecture and turned to look at him.
Brandon expected her to reprimand him, maybe even question where he had been.
But instead, she just narrowed her eyes slightly and exhaled before returning to her lesson.
Seeing this, Brandon sighed in his heart and without a word, he made his way toward the back of the classroom.
Eira and Calistra were already in the last seat.
