ertain areas of the monastery were protected by static wards—predictable, designed to keep students out. Th\
The logistics didn't make sense for prisoners. The monastery's resources were vast, but not infinite. Maintaining such elaborate protections for captives would be wasteful, especially when simpler restraint methods would suffice. Besides, the energy signatures were wrong. Imprisonment spells felt different—harsher, more constraining. These protective measures felt more like... guardianship.
No. The Inner Hall.
He wasn't sure when he knew it—only that by the end of the second week, the pattern became too strong to ignore. Every thread of evidence pointed in the same direction. The Inner Hall wasn't just the advanced section of the monastery. It was a sanctuary within a sanctuary, a place where the most precious and vulnerable assets were kept safe from the outside world.
The girl wasn't here.
