He glanced at his hands. If I unleash the Lone Star Wolf or the Curse Demon spells now… he mused, I might go toe-to-toe with a mid-tier Monarch creature.
That realization made him grin. Normally, bridging such a gap in so little time was unheard of. But his entire existence flouted the norms.
His reverie was broken by movement in a corridor across the courtyard. Two figures emerged, shadows stretched under the soft glow of the academy's lampposts.
Even from a distance, Luke recognized them by their wings and unmistakable silhouettes: Perola and Laura Adams, the very Fallen Angels who had just parted ways with him hours earlier.
They walked close together, speaking in hushed voices. Luke smirked, guessing they were each still somewhat "drained" from that day's…activities.
He could see the faint tiredness in their postures, the slight stiffness in the way they stepped.