The steady stream of cold water cascaded down Luca's back as he stood beneath the shower, one hand braced lightly against the tiled wall while his forehead rested against his arm. The chill should have been enough to jolt anyone fully awake, yet his mind remained far away, quietly turning over the events of the past few days.
Sylthara managed to pass the theory exam… by a small margin.
A faint breath escaped him, somewhere between relief and disbelief.
Still, she passed.
And when it came to combat, there had never been any doubt. The way she had handled Seraphina's test still lingered vividly in his mind—the control, the instinct, the adaptability. She had cleared the practical examination with flying colors, just as expected.
For a moment, the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
Then his expression settled again.
Today is finally the day…
The beginning of a new semester.
His thoughts slowed as the reality of it sank in.
Not sure what it has in store for us…
