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Fowad was summon by the headmaster again. The tension in the air was palpable as Fowad approached the grand doors of the academy's inner sanctum.
The hallway was dimly lit, and the faint hum of protective wards thrummed beneath his feet.
This was no ordinary meeting place it was the heart of the academy's governance, where only the most critical decisions were made.
A summons from Headmaster Grevan was never casual, and this time, it came with an unmistakable sense of urgency.
Helena had tried to convince him to let her come along, but the parchment had been clear: Fowad Benit, alone.
Now, standing before the ornate double doors, Fowad felt the weight of what lay ahead. He pushed them open, the creak of ancient wood echoing in the chamber beyond.
The room was circular, its walls lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and relics.