The stone hallways, once the quiet paths for professors and researchers, were now filled with guards in magical armor and weapons engraved with ancient runes, stationed at every intersection and gate.
The sound of their footsteps mixed with the shouts of security unit commanders, putting the tower's already heavy atmosphere under even more pressure.
From the moment it was revealed that Aurelia's death was not a suicide but likely a planned murder, the centuries-old order of the tower had crumbled.
No one trusted anyone anymore.
No one was sure the killer or their accomplices weren't still walking among them.
Even though it had been announced that one of the killers had been arrested and another had fled, who knew if there weren't more accomplices and killers?
This wasn't about the deaths of a few servants. The deaths they had thought were suicides—many of them were great professors and mages.
And among them was the tower leader's daughter.
