The training grounds were already busy when Morgan arrived.
Several groups of students occupied the open practice areas, while instructors moved between them, correcting stances and occasionally demonstrating techniques.
The sounds of wooden weapons striking, footsteps crossing the practice floors, and shouted instructions blended into the usual atmosphere of the academy.
Morgan paused at the entrance. It had been a very long while since he'd last been here.
The last time, he'd faced off against Draco Dark.
Now that was something to remember.
The training grounds were familiar, but the equipment had changed. Several new practice structures had been installed along the eastern side, and the old weapon racks had been replaced with more specialised storage units.
He was still looking around when someone called his name.
"Morgan!"
Warren stood near one of the practice areas, raising a hand.
Lucian was beside him, checking the balance of a training sword.
