The headmaster's office at Mythos Academy had always been an imposing space, but today it felt different—more like a formal conclusion than the prelude to disciplinary action that my previous visits had usually entailed. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the academic awards and magical artifacts that decorated the walls with scholarly authority.
Eva Lopez sat behind her massive mahogany desk, her navy blue hair perfectly styled despite the early morning hour, her sharp eyes studying me with the kind of amused assessment that suggested she was enjoying this meeting far more than I was comfortable with.
'This feels surreal,' I thought as I settled into the chair across from her desk. 'Four years of academy life, and it's ending not with ceremony but with a private meeting because I'm too busy running a guild to attend my own graduation tournament.'