Cruzer, utterly drained from the events of the day, barely managed to make it back to his dorm. His body ached, every muscle protesting with each step.
Once inside, he collapsed onto his bed, sleep claiming him almost instantly. As the exhaustion took over, the weight of the battle seemed to dissolve, leaving behind a peaceful stillness.
As Cruzer collapsed into his bed, his body seemed to sink into the mattress, every muscle in his body aching with the strain of the battle.
His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and he had no strength left to keep them open. Before he knew it, sleep claimed him, pulling him into its deep, restorative embrace.
The sounds of the academy outside his dorm, once loud and chaotic, now faded into the background, replaced by a comforting silence.
Outside, on one of the academy's highest balconies, the principal, director, and several key staff members, including Nina, stood in quiet observation.