The stars of Elyrion gleamed softly overhead.
Argolaith stood at the top of the ridge, arms folded loosely, watching the frogs below.
They were scattered peacefully across the fields—resting on stone, nestled in soft grass, soaking in the mana-rich air.
He let the quiet stay a little longer.
No need to rush.
But eventually, he stepped back.
He raised a hand and activated the return glyph near the core.
The wind didn't stir. The sky didn't shift.
Yet the world around him faded gently, folding in on itself like a dream being tucked away.
In the next blink, he was back in his room.
The cube pulsed once as the entrance sealed itself.
Argolaith placed the cube back on the desk, then stretched with a quiet sigh.
He glanced at the clock rune hovering near the wall.
Class hours were still open.
No messages. No warnings.
But something tugged at his thoughts—a feeling like something was about to change.
