The final day at Genvah Academy arrived with a rare, quiet beauty.
There were no classes, no rushed scrambling through hallways, no heavy tomes tucked under arms or ink-stained fingers frantically finishing last-minute assignments. Instead, there was a hum in the air- light, buzzing with excitement, and edged with a bittersweet kind of relief.
The morning feast was something straight out of a dream.
The Great Hall had been transformed overnight: white and gold banners cascaded from the ceilings, tables were laden with every kind of food imaginable, and the scents of fresh bread, roasted meats, spiced fruits, and sweet pastries filled the room so thickly it was almost dizzying.
