The next day,

Aria

The practical training grounds were already crowded when I arrived.

Advanced Spiritual Combat wasn't a mandatory elective, but word about the new professor had spread through campus overnight. Students who weren't even enrolled were gathered around the observation platforms, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious instructor.

I ignored them.

Crowds were distractions.

Distractions got people killed.

The training field itself was enormous, a circular arena made from black stone reinforced with spiritual formations. The walls were covered in scars from previous classes.

A good sign.

At least somebody had survived.

Professor Voss stood at the center of the arena with his hands behind his...