Kael flopped onto his bed, groaning.
"I'll think about it later," he muttered, burying his face into the pillow. His thoughts had been spiraling ever since the realization about his summoning and the Meta Being quest. But right now? He needed rest.
The week rushed by in a blur training, theory, survival studies, and more sparring sessions. Before he knew it, it was Tuesday afternoon. Classes were over. His dorm was quiet, the kind of peaceful silence that made him feel like time had slowed down just for him.
Knock knock.
He groaned, sitting up reluctantly. Another knock, firmer this time.
Kael opened the door and blinked.
Standing there was Elsa Sylvenmire, arms folded, a sly smirk on her lips. But the first thing he noticed wasn't the attitude.
It was her hair short, sharp, a bob that framed her face perfectly.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Look who cut their hair," he said with a slight grin.
"Yeah, yeah, ignore that," she replied, rolling her eyes. "You're forgetting something."
Kael blinked. "What?"
She leaned in slightly. "We have a fight this week. Remember?"
His eyes widened slightly. "Uhm... well, we still need permission from a teacher to use the fight arena, so..."
Before he could finish, Elsa held up a sealed letter with an ornate stamp.
He squinted. "Is that...?"
"From Mr. Locke himself," she said, smugly.
Kael stared at the letter, then at her. "You got Locke to approve this?"
She stepped back and pointed at the letter like it was a divine proclamation. "That's right. Official, approved, and scheduled."
"No running away this time," she said with a grin full of promise and challenge.
Kael sighed, closing the door halfway.
"Great."