Once again, a bracelet was issued.
It felt cold against his wrist.
Damon raised his head, noticing that his shadow remained unnaturally still. No flickering movements, no playful distortions—it was as if it had frozen entirely.
Shaking off the uneasy feeling, he turned his focus back to his preparations.
He grabbed a bundle of arrows and shoved them into his quiver. The enchanted artifact absorbed them seamlessly, adjusting to hold even more. Methodically, he continued adding arrow after arrow, ensuring he had enough for what was to come.
Next, he reached for a few vials of healing potions—the academy had issued each student a limited supply. Carefully, he arranged them inside his lesser spatial bag, a magic artifact designed for long trips.
Inside, it already contained military rations, water, and other basic supplies. It could hold an impressive amount of gear yet barely added any weight.