The Ever-Moving World

The morning sun bathed the Dragon Academy in a warm, golden light as Daimon and Lilith made their way toward the institution. Their footsteps echoed in the serene surroundings, the anticipation of what lay ahead palpable in the air.

As they approached the academy, Daimon spotted Lucius waiting for them, his demeanor as welcoming as ever. Lucius greeted them with a friendly smile, his eyes flickering with curiosity and perhaps a hint of excitement.

"Good morning, Daimon, Lilith," Lucius greeted them. "I trust you had a restful night?"

Daimon's grin was sly as he replied, "Restful, perhaps not. But it's not every day we get an invitation to a place like this."

Lilith's crimson eyes glinted with a mixture of anticipation and intrigue. "Indeed, we're looking forward to what the Dragon Academy has to offer."