Sylvie's boots made soft, rhythmic sounds against the polished stone path as she made her way across the academy grounds. The golden hues of the evening sun had faded into the pale silver of twilight, and the lamplights along the walkways flickered to life one by one, bathing the campus in a gentle, otherworldly glow.
She pulled her jacket tighter around herself as a cool breeze whispered past. Sunday evening… and she was heading toward the infirmary, not to rest, but to take yet another part of her examinations.
'The Healer practicals,' she reminded herself, exhaling softly.
Unlike the others who only had their theory and combat simulations, the Healer track students had an additional requirement—an applied practical test at the infirmary itself. Real patients, real injuries. No room for textbook-only knowledge. It made sense, of course. Healing wasn't something that could be learned solely from books. But still, the thought of it gnawed at her nerves.
