11 Pm

The Academy bell rang, signaling the end of the day's classes.

The students dispersed, some chatting animatedly about their classes and the teachings, whereas others talked about awakened abilities and their future plans.

Tiraz said his goodbyes to Luna, Aria, Marx, and Kael, a sense of determination shining in his eyes as he made his way towards his bicycle.

Tristan and his group had already left from view. Mr. Arkram always used to stay behind the classroom whenever the day ended.

As he walked, Tiraz couldn't help but replay the events of the battle in his mind. He flexed his hand, still amazed at how it had been miraculously healed.

"I thought it was broken," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

"But then Mr. Arkram... he changed everything with just a snap of his fingers."

Tiraz's thoughts wandered as he continued his solitary walk.

He remembered the moment he had regained consciousness in his class after being knocked out during the battle.

The pain that had cou
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