The following three days passed with an unusual sense of calm throughout Arcadia Academy, although beneath that peaceful surface, preparations for the expedition were gradually taking shape. The academy grounds remained as lively as ever, with students moving between their classes, instructors overseeing training sessions, and various groups gathering in the courtyards to discuss the upcoming journey to Beastridge.
For most students, the expedition was something to look forward to.
For Luca, it was something he couldn't quite stop thinking about.
He stood alone in one of the academy's quieter training grounds during the late afternoon, his twin sabers resting at his sides as he stared at the distant mountains beyond the academy walls. The setting sun had begun painting the sky with warm shades of orange and crimson, while a gentle breeze moved through the surrounding trees.
Beastridge lay somewhere beyond those mountains.
Luca had already been there once.
