The week passed by in a blur of lessons and assignments, combat sims that left my muscles aching, and late-night cramming sessions that had me chugging coffee. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was running on fumes, my usual monster-hunting routine swapped out for club duty. No rift dives today; instead, it was the Wandering Club. As always, the club required members to arrive early at the meeting place, which was right by the academy's grand portal arch.
