The sky above the Ash-dune sea was a canvas of bruised, sickly purple, an oppressive ceiling for a world that seemed to be slowly dying. High above, the razor-thin crescent moon hung like a malevolent scythe blade.
The air itself was a torment, a thick, stinging sheet of coarse, grey-brown sand ripped across the dunes by a relentless, shrieking wind.
Grey walked with a weary, practiced gait. His face perpetually squinted against the perpetual storm.
After the midterms ended, the one-week vacation had started. Killing a shadowheart class eclipse beast and defeating Carson with a single move, had turned him into a celebrity in the academy.
The training room was flooded with new students, not only from the C class, but also from the B class, wishing to train with him and grow strong. But a few were also there for admiring and trying their chances with the beauties, Elena and Lenore.
