The next day,
Aria
The practical training grounds were already crowded when I arrived.
Advanced Spiritual Combat wasn't a mandatory elective, but word about the new professor had spread through campus overnight. Students who weren't even enrolled were gathered around the observation platforms, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious instructor.
I ignored them.
Crowds were distractions.
Distractions got people killed.
The training field itself was enormous, a circular arena made from black stone reinforced with spiritual formations. The walls were covered in scars from previous classes.
A good sign.
At least somebody had survived.
Professor Voss stood at the center of the arena with his hands behind his back.
His expression was as unreadable as yesterday.
The moment I steppe
