The night had quietly settled over Arcadia Academy.
Moonlight poured gently across the ancient campus, coating the towering academy buildings in a pale silver glow while countless stars stretched endlessly across the heavens above. The lively conversations that had filled the courtyards during the evening had gradually faded away, replaced by a peaceful stillness broken only by the occasional chirping of insects hidden among the gardens and the distant rustling of leaves stirred by the cool night breeze.
Inside the fourth-floor dormitory overlooking the academy grounds, a single room remained softly illuminated by the warm glow of an enchanted crystal lamp.
Luca sat quietly on the edge of his bed.
