The walk back to my quarters was quiet. Too quiet.
Even the usual late-night chatter of students had died down. Maybe it was just my paranoia acting up, but after that meeting, I felt like the academy itself was holding its breath.
I reached my door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. The first thing I did was lock it.
Then, I exhaled.
Three days.
That wasn't enough time. Not for a normal class, and definitely not for Class C.
I shrugged off my coat and tossed it onto the chair. My desk was still cluttered with books and rune sketches from earlier. I ignored them and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, thinking.
Black Stone Mountain.
In Sword of Radiance, this camp had been a mess. Most players either suffered through it or quit. I still remembered the forums raging about the difficulty spike.
And now I had to deal with it in real life.
I rubbed my temple.
