With that short announcement finished, classes resumed and everything felt normal for the day.
Lectures returned to their usual cadence, mana theory adjusted slightly to account for recent anomalies that were occurring with regards to the Abyss.
Combat simulations made harsher under the excuse of "curriculum updates," professors far less tolerant of mistakes. Everyone knew exactly why this was happening. With the Abyss growing more active, the school had to push students as hard as possible to improve their strength.
Albedo , however, with his strength, moved through it all with an ease that bordered on casual. He attended class and trained constantly.
He ate, slept, and sparred when he felt like it.
And yet, beneath that calm exterior, his awareness never dulled. His senses skimmed the Academy like fingertips across still water, feeling every ripple of power, every unfamiliar presence threading itself into the institution's ancient wards.
