Time felt frozen in a fleeting moment. It was a powerful thing to witness, and Daylan would even go so far as to call it a privilege—a dream anyone in his shoes would pray for.
Still, Daylan had a few things on his mind, despite how quickly time passed. Pry's promise to speak with him had been delayed—he waited and waited, yet heard nothing from her. Over time, worry crept in, but he still held on to hope, since she had never specified which monastery.
It was a calm morning when Daylan, Medora, and Lieutenant Bruce stood beside a carriage as the driver loaded their luggage.
Their one week was well spent—they completed their training, and Medora took the initiative to bid farewell to her mother.
"You two still aren't on their level yet. Make sure you don't provoke any of them—that might be the end of you," Lieutenant Bruce said, his voice laced with seriousness.
