Come to The Void’s Cradle

When Dora sensed something powerful entering her Academy... Without wasting a second, she teleported back to her Academy, her senses on high alert.

The moment she arrived, her sharp eyes caught sight of something unusual.

A tiny hooded figure sat casually on top of one of the buildings, its small legs dangling freely in the air as if it had all the time in the world.

Dora's gaze darkened, "Who are you?" she demanded.

A frown settled on her face as she studied the small figure. The aura was unmistakable—it was the same presence she had felt when Alaric was snatched away from her grasp. 'So this was the one who entered my Academy before...' Her fingers twitched in frustration.