At Cindralock academy, the air inside the grand conference hall was thick with panic and the scent of fear and sweat was very profound. Outside the chamber doors, voices rang out in hushed panic.
Students, clergy men, instructors and boots stomping across the marble floors, and the distant sound of alarms echoing through the walls. Arcane barriers flickered faintly across corridors, humming with unstable energy as panicked mages tried to reinforce them.
Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was no calmer.
The members of the high council say around the long black table, but the usual calm order of their meetings had shattered. Papers were scattered, the glowing candles flickered from every sudden gush that slipped through the open windows, and even the golden insignias on the walls seemed to tremble from the movement outside.
