Oliver waved goodbye to his fellow academy students. He couldn't help but glance back one last time before stepping into the modest carriage that would carry him toward his next chapter.
Seven days had passed since Professor Arcanus received the official commission as the Magical Guardian of Glensorne. The academy had been abuzz with activity during this time, tying up loose ends and making arrangements for those leaving and those staying. Finally, Arcanus set off with his select group—Oliver, Hector, Violanda, Aria, and a few others—bound for the renowned city of Glensorne.
“Oliver! Don’t forget about us when you’re in Glensorne, okay? We’ll visit when we can. We’re still friends, aren’t we?” James, standing just outside the carriage, called out, his voice tinged with emotion as he wiped at his reddened eyes.
“Of course, James! I’ll come back to see you whenever I get the chance,” Oliver replied, leaning out of the carriage window with a reassuring grin.