The evening had descended gently upon Arcadia Academy.
The fiery brilliance of sunset had long since faded, surrendering the heavens to a serene tapestry of deep sapphire and soft violet. The first stars had already begun revealing themselves one by one across the endless sky, their faint light reflected perfectly upon the tranquil surface of the academy lake. A cool breeze wandered quietly through the ancient willow trees that lined the shore, causing their graceful branches to sway rhythmically above the water while countless petals drifted lazily across the shimmering lake, carried wherever the wind wished to take them.
The world seemed unusually peaceful.
The distant sounds of the academy had become little more than a whisper, swallowed by the quiet harmony of flowing water, rustling leaves, and the gentle chorus of insects welcoming the arrival of night.
Luca remained standing where he had stopped.
