Chapter 18 Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe

• Only a few days were left before All Saints' Day. The days flew by at the speed of light. Lyra barely had time to lift her head off the pillow before rushing to training. In the morning, she had classes in Potions or Elemental Magic, and the second half of the day was entirely devoted to Combat Arts. Fighting spheres, dodges, falls, sand. Again, spells, shields, defeat, recovery. In the evening, she only had enough time to shower and sleep. And then it all started again.
• Like a squirrel in a wheel, the fourth week it was continued. The team was exhausted. But Professor Faragont had his strategy. The more team were tired, the greater the reserve they could draw on. That means they're working at the magical limit.
• "Dodge, Lyra, dodge, it's your...!" Professor Faragont shouted. "What are you doing?"