Storm Beneath the Mountain
On this day, Leon left Amethyst Summit Division early in the morning and headed toward Emerald Crest Division.
The mist over the academy premises had not yet dispersed. Dew clung to the stone steps. His midnight robes, embroidered with thin amethyst threads, moved like flowing shadow as he descended the mountain path.
Something in the air felt heavy.
It wasn't just weather.
It was unrest.
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Emerald Crest Division
A tall figure by the doorway, Headmaster Mike waited, arms folded behind him. The room echoed softly under the high ceiling.
Frost spilled across his shoulders, that was how the grey hung there. Deeper now, those creases by his eyes looked, older too.
A narrow strip of icy air slipped through the high, open windows at his back. This faint draft tugged at the edge of his robe. Stillness held him completely.
Footsteps echoed as Leon stepped inside - every Division Master had arrived before him.
