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The magic airship cut through the sky, humming its engines in a steady rhythm as it soared back toward the kingdom. Through the windows, the vast ocean stretched endlessly beneath them, glimmering under the moonlight. The academy's exam had ended, but for Velren, questions remained unanswered.

Lying on the bed of his personal quarters, he stared at the ceiling with both arms tucked behind his head. The airship's quiet hum filled the silence, but his mind refused to settle. Even though the exam had officially concluded, a lingering unease filled in his chest, a feeling that something about all of this whole exam was deeply wrong. He had faced combat, experienced surprises, and endured hardships throughout the exam, but nothing had unnerved him quite like this.

Cloaky.