Two weeks had passed since the battle of Thorne Territory.
The world had not healed in that time, not truly, but it had begun to breathe again. The academy and the other major institutions had suspended activity for a while, giving people time to recover from what had happened. Across Vaelterra, announcements had already been made by Alveron, Balthor, and the other figures whose words carried enough weight to calm a shaken world. The attacks that had scarred the continents were declared the work of a vast criminal organization, one that had now been eradicated completely.
For the first time in a long time, peace had returned.
And in one quiet room, Noel had slept through all of it.
