A group of cloaked figures stood huddled beneath the academy, the cold stone walls of the underground chamber barely lit by flickering torches. The atmosphere was tense, their frustration palpable.
"We've been searching this godforsaken academy for months now, and still nothing?" Vinn's voice cut through the silence, laced with impatience. He slammed his fist into the table in front of him, rattling the group. "Find me that Dream Hound!"
"But boss, we haven't got a clue where it is," one of the followers stammered, shrinking back. "They really hid it well."
Vinn sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Our grace period with the old man is drawing to a close sooner than expected. We're running out of time." He narrowed his eyes. "Who even allowed you idiots to attack a student directly?"
Confusion spread through the group like wildfire. The cloaked figures exchanged baffled glances, whispering among themselves.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!