Back in the vibrant Zorathal continent, deep inside the Thunderpeak Kingdom, a sleek, luxurious obsidian carriage could be seen rolling down the streets of the Second Ring.
Inside the carriage, Orion sat comfortably with his arms crossed, head leaning slightly against the window as he watched buildings and noble estates blur past.
He was still thinking about yesterday's lecture, the Runic Language, and the test that Hargan had given everyone.
A chuckle broke his thoughts when Lucan, still fiddling with a pebble in one hand, leaned back slightly from the driver's seat and tilted his head toward the carriage window.
"So, found any beauties in the academy yet, Young Master?" Lucan asked with a grin that could rival a bard's wink.
Orion chuckled. "That's your first question of the day?"
"Of course!" Lucan said, eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's the most important part of academy life, no? The books and training are temporary. The memories of pretty faces… eternal."
