"When the hell did you learn aura materialization?" Einar asked Sam, who was still soaking in his triumph over the prince.
Even after hours had passed, Sam basked in the glory of his recent victory. Students continued to call out to him with congratulations, and he was still receiving nods and cheers of acknowledgement. Needless to say, Sam was floating on cloud nine by now.
Damian had opted for a change of scenery after the match. Together with the group, he came along to spend the evening outside in the sprawling garden. The garden space extended toward the edge of the bastion, offering a breathtaking view of the sea kissed by the hues of the setting sun.
Seated atop his own conjured wooden chairs and tables, Damian half-mindedly listened to their chatter while his thoughts remained focused on refining his creations with his notebook in hand. Even the lost prince of Dawnstar had joined them.