The winter morning in Herram was bitterly cold, with the sky still dim. The feeble morning light gradually brightened the eastern horizon.
In a quiet corner of the dormitory area of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, the front yard of a beige brick house was covered with a thin layer of frost and snow.
It seemed to have snowed slightly last night.
The windows of the mansion appeared hazy, because a layer of mist formed due to the warm air inside and the cold outside. Through this mist, one could vaguely see the green plants scattered on the outside windowsill, the bare branches in the yard with frost flowers condensing on them. Each leaf appeared as if its time had been frozen, quietly waiting for the arrival of spring. On this cold morning, everything seemed so tranquil.
It was still a workday, Thursday.
The weekend was coming soon.
Zestira got up early in her bedroom and tidied herself up.