Chapter 228: The Weight of Glory
The Academy didn't feel like a school anymore. It felt like a temple built to worship the living.
A week had passed since the Celestial Wind touched down in Arcadia, and the fervor hadn't died down. If anything, it had metastasized.
The "Skyfall Incident," as the media had dubbed it, was the only thing anyone talked about.
The footage of Leon Lionheart's white flame, of Eric William's shield of light, and of the students holding the line against the Void had been played on loop across every crystal screen in the kingdom.
Walking through the main corridor on a Monday morning was no longer a simple commute; it was an obstacle course of adoration.
"It's him! That's Aiden Stromfang! The one who rode the lightning wolf!"
"Look! Lyra Braveheart! She looks even more elegant in person!"
