Life runs without waiting for us. That's an undeniable truth.
We barely managed to complete the moving in of the beastkin to the arena when we received news of the reappearance of an old foe, Martius, the vampire.
I've barely had any sleep in days, and my head is already in pain. I can't take any more problems to deal with.
But this is grandpa's health in play here. If I can't take any more problems, I can even less not take this problem into my own hands.
Heh.
It's fine.
Let's just keep pushing on.
The training is going fine. It's nice to see more people picking up on the gravity and spatial spells. I feel like those magic schools are my children, and I'm very proud of them.
Ingela is the most avant-garde of all our troops. She picked up not only the systemless magic but also the military way of life in the blink of an eye.
She has also taken to herself the teaching of newer recruits in magic.
