Chapter 32: Dawn of the First Mission
The first light of dawn bled gently into the sky, painting the horizon in strokes of rose and gold. The spires of Astaria Academia glimmered in the early light like watchful sentinels, their marble faces veiled in thin morning mist. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of dew settling over the training fields, and the faint murmur of awakening students stirred through the courtyards.
I stood on the balcony of our quarters, cloak drawn around my shoulders as the last threads of night receded into pale morning. For the first time since becoming part of the Divinia Class, I wasn’t watching the sun rise for leisure — I was watching it as the herald of a mission, one that would take us beyond the safety of the academy’s walls and into the heart of the
