"Damn my ear's been itching for a while now," Ludwig mumbled as he walked into the lowest floor of the Black Tower.
The words came out under his breath, more irritation than complaint, as he rubbed at the side of his head with two fingers as if he could scrape the feeling off.
The stairs down were colder than the upper floors, the air growing still and heavy the deeper he went, carrying the faint scent of old stone and metal that never saw sunlight. Every step echoed too cleanly, like the tower itself insisted on counting his descent.
This was where he trained with his master. And where the more… darker parts of the Academy were held. This circular locked room was both for training and testing magic. Mainly Dark Magic as it was both separate from the outside world and highly confidential.
