It took a few days for me to be mentally prepared enough to see anyone beyond my inner circle, let alone to piece Ramsey's soul back together. I wanted to be in topmost shape for that, but my energy after the battle kept me dragging. One cure for that? Bread.
Magic had put the academy back together again quickly, and the reliving had been returned to their graves. Miraculously, we didn't have to bury anyone for the first time. None of ours died.
I followed my nose toward the Gathering Room with Seph, the scent of fresh-baked bread summoning my growling stomach. Even though the entryway was empty, the academy buzzed with excited energy. Or maybe that was just me and my taste buds.
When I opened the closed doors, the Gathering Room exploded into raucous cheers. The place was bursting with mages of all ages standing and cheering for - us?