After taking a good rest, he picked up his bag and carefully strapped his sword to his side. With steady steps, he left the area.
After walking for more than half an hour, he reaches the terminal. The place was busy, filled with the sound of footsteps, chatter, and the clinking of coins.
He walked through the crowd and handed over several gold coins as payment before being allowed to continue.
From there, the transport carried him straight to the Arcadia terminal. By the time he arrived, almost all of the students had already gathered.
As he stepped inside, a few of the first-year students immediately turned their heads toward him, their eyes lingering with curiosity and perhaps a little suspicion.
Among them stood several guards he didn't recognize. They wore unfamiliar armor, their sharp gazes scanning the crowd.
Even a few of those guards stopped to stare at him with heir expressions unreadable.
