The same day where Cecelia was unconscious.
At the Orwen mana class.
Students were slumped over their desks, tired after a long day of lessons and practice.
Mr. Orwen, the mana theory instructor, had just left.
The moment it closed, the class fell into that strange half-silence of relief — some students chatting quietly, others yawning, some already dozing off.
Elysia rested her head against the desk, her hair covering part of her face.
A few seats away, Edwin stretched his arms and groaned.
"Ahhh… what a boring day," he muttered, slumping deeper into his chair.
His voice was drowsy, the kind that said he didn't care about anything in the world right now.
He yawned once more, scratched his head, and closed his eyes.
Within moments, his steady snore joined the hum of mana stones glowing along the classroom wall.
Outside the windows, it was the day sun shining.
A sudden shout cut through the stillness.
"Oyee… Oyeee!"
