"How are you feeling, student Damon?"
The voice was calm, steady, carrying the quiet authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed.
Damon sat across the large desk inside the dean's office, his posture relaxed but his eyes attentive as they rested on the woman seated before him.
The office itself reflected the same refined elegance that defined the rest of Crownspire Academy. Tall glass walls curved around the room, allowing the distant skyline of the floating city to shimmer faintly beyond them, while thin veins of gold ran through the white marble floor and along the edges of the furniture like delicate streams of light. Shelves of ancient tomes and crystalline archives lined the walls behind the desk, their surfaces glowing faintly with restrained mana.
Behind that desk sat the dean of the academy.
