The day of the war passed, and the sun rose once more over the world of Armus. For many, the day before had been filled with loss and sorrow. For others, it carried the bright promise of a new beginning. Both feelings lingered in the air of Armus.
I stood in front of a mirror, looking at my own reflection. It had been a long time since I had done something so ordinary. As I stared at myself, memories surfaced, of simple days at the academy, waking up early, getting dressed in a rush, preparing for the day without worrying about the fate of worlds.
Back then, it felt like a daily struggle, but I was young and full of energy. Now, things were different. With a single controlled flow of Essence, my body felt clean, rested, and renewed, as if sleep itself had become optional.
I adjusted my robe slightly. This one was special. It was meant to be the official attire of our organization, a symbol of what we were becoming rather than what we had been.
