Selenne placed her palm against the ward plate beside the door.
The stone beneath her fingers warmed first, followed by a brief shimmer of pale script that travelled around the frame. There was a pause while the chamber recognized her authority, then something heavy shifted beyond the wall.
The door opened inward.
Warm air met her immediately.
Cultivation Chamber 3C was less impressive than the grander facilities students tended to hear about before arriving at the Academy, though Selenne had always considered that a virtue. There were no towering crystal pillars or elaborate displays intended to impress visiting nobles. The chamber had been built generations ago and renovated often enough that several periods of magical craft remained visible at once.
