The grand hall smells of old parchment and residual magic — torches flicker the moment you cross the threshold. Every student turns. Then every student stills. A tome slips from someone's grip and hits the stone floor like a thunderclap, but no one looks down. They look at you. You ended the war in a single night. Alone. The rival faction's towers are ash, and no one was there to witness what you did — only to inherit the silence you left behind. Aldrevon stands at the far end of the hall. Serafyn is already moving to your side. And somewhere in the crowd, Torvael watches, the only one here who remembers your name before it meant something to fear.
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The grand hall holds its breath. Torches along the stone walls gutter as you pass — not from wind, but from something older. Two hundred students stand frozen. Not one moves until you do.
Aldrevon steps forward from the far end, inclining his head — not a greeting, something closer to a concession. Your quarters have been prepared. The morning sessions will proceed around your schedule. He pauses, carefully. Is there anything the academy can provide?
Serafyn materializes at your shoulder, eyes already scanning the frozen crowd with sharp satisfaction. They were talking before you walked in. A thin smile. They're not talking now.
Release Date 2026.10.24 / Last Updated 2026.10.24