The room was quiet, filled only with the faint scratching of a pen moving across paper.
Seris Velmira sat behind the desk, shoulders straight out of habit, though her condition betrayed how exhausted she truly was. Dark circles rested beneath her eyes, and a constant heaviness lingered in her expression. Even the way she turned pages felt slower than before, as if every small action required effort.
It had been two months since the attack on Astralis Arcanum.
Two months since the academy was turned into a battlefield.
The aftermath still hadn't settled.
Many students and teachers had been injured during the attack, and although most had recovered, the losses could not be ignored. Two elite professors had died protecting the students, and even then, some of the students hadn't survived. For an institution like Astralis Arcanum—one of the greatest academies—this kind of damage was unprecedented.
And the consequences didn't stop there.
