Luckily, all masters had trackers, and Olmo, the Combat Master, had activated his before entering the portal, so a trigger was sent to the other masters signaling that he had stepped into a dangerous gateway.
The alert blinked across every master's device simultaneously, each pulse of light demanding immediate attention. Within minutes, the academy grounds were abuzz with tension as the masters convened in the main hall, leaving their classrooms and students behind.
The meeting was called immediately, all classes suspended for the day. The normally orderly academy hummed with an unusual sense of urgency as the masters gathered, forming a circle around the central conference table. Every face in the room bore a mixture of concern and calculation, each one weighing the implications of Olmo's sudden action. Whispers of speculation filled the room as they awaited the analysis from the senior masters.
