It had been quite a while, and finally, the last semester of the academic year had arrived.
One more push, and we'd be stepping into the third year.
The air around the academy was buzzing with mixed emotions—anticipation, dread, hope, and a heavy dose of anxiety.
Some students looked forward to the promotion, faces bright with excitement at the thought of progressing further.
Others, however, still wore tense expressions, haunted by the harsh truth that despite advancing in years, many of us were still stuck—firmly—in the Bronze Class.
Raymond and Duncan, in particular, were visibly bothered by that fact.
"You know," Raymond muttered through clenched teeth, his jaw shifting as he gnawed on his food, "it's hard to believe that even though we're about to enter our third year, we're still going to be stuck in the damn Bronze Class forever."
His tone carried bitterness, frustration dripping from every syllable.
