The morning sun hung in the bright blue sky, radiating soft warmth across the wide courtyard of the Royal Astra Magic Academy.
The remaining thin snow carried by wind from the northern border days ago had completely melted, replaced by fresh green grass covering the pathway toward the main academy building.
The atmosphere within the campus environment felt so alive and vibrant.
The sound of students laughing and chatting under the shade of lush trees, the rustling sound of magic textbook pages, and orderly footsteps toward lecture halls created a symphony of peace much missed after the extraordinary tension in the North Ice Valley.
In the second-floor professor preparation room, Erin stood before the large glass window showing the academy courtyard view.
She wore her official dark blue professor robe with a new silver badge shaped like a grand star of honor neatly pinned on her left chest—a special award directly sent by the royal council for her service in closing dimensional cracks and saving royal magic stability.