The top floor of the Magic Tower.
The Elusian Magic Tower was a spiraling needle of white stone that pierced the clouds above the capital. It was the seat of the Empire's magical research and the temporary residence of Archmage Jean Alef.
The door to the Archmage's study didn't open; it exploded inward, blasted off its hinges by a wave of [Gravity] magic.
Lucien strode in, followed closely by Amaryllis and a terrified Rosalie.
Inside, the room was a disaster zone. Books were flying through the air in a magical whirlwind. Maps of the capital covered every inch of the walls.
Jean Alef stood in the center of the chaos. He looked deranged. His bronze hair was wild, his blue eyes bloodshot. He was casting three scrying spells simultaneously, his mana flaring with a terrifying, uncontrolled intensity.
