Mira,
Mira arrived at the Library of High Arcana. A massive crystal eye above the gate scanned her and clicked open the sealed door.
The halls were still the same. Cold. White. Perfect.
Her boots echoed on polished tiles as she walked toward the Examination Wing.
She passed a group of younger mages, all in black robes stitched with gold thread. Half of them barely in their thirties.
One of them turned. A woman with crimson hair, her robes modified to expose both cleavage and arrogance.
"Nera," Mira said, stopping.
"Well, well, well…" Nera smirked. "The fossil walks again."
Mira raised a brow. "Still dressing like a discount succubus, I see."
A few snorts came from the back.
Nera's eyes narrowed. "Didn't think you would crawl back here again. I thought you gave up and decided to become a full-time adventurer."
"I was occupied by things or two," Mira said simply.
"Trying to make your eighth failure more creative than the last? Kekeke," Nera laughed.
