The next day was eventful, packed with a full schedule of classes that ranged from ability theory to combat tactics to the history of the post-Dabba world. But Jelo was barely focused on any of them.
His mind kept returning to the mission planned for that evening. Tonight, he and Mira would attempt to break into the teachers' quarters to find better information about dragons, about his abilities, his transformation, the scope of what he was becoming. The risk was enormous. If they were caught, the consequences would be severe. Expulsion at minimum, possibly criminal charges depending on what they accessed.
But he needed that information. The single book in the student library had been useless, offering nothing but vague mythology and speculation. If he was going to survive in this academy, if he was going to understand what the system was turning him into, he needed real data.
