Capítulo 19: Maesters in Shadow
In the dimly lit chambers of the Citadel, the maesters gathered in their dark and dusty meeting rooms to discuss the troubling reports of the massive icy fortress beyond the Wall. These scholars of the arcane and natural sciences were known for their skepticism towards anything magical, and the sudden appearance of such a structure sent shivers down their spines.
Archmaester Ebrose, the head of the Citadel, presided over the meeting, his face etched with concern. "My colleagues," he began, his voice echoing in the gloomy chamber, "we find ourselves faced with a most perplexing conundrum. Reports speak of a fortress of ice, belching forth black smoke, beyond the Wall."
The maesters exchanged uneasy glances, their brows furrowed with worry. Though they were men of learning and reason, the prospect of magic and sorcery unnerved them deeply.
Archmaester Marwyn, known for his unorthodox views on magic, spoke up from his seat, his voice sharp with urgency. "This fortress may be the work of Sinclair Snow, the boy who vanished centuries ago," he suggested, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "If this is true, it could represent a significant threat to our understanding of the natural order."
But Archmaester Ormund, a staunch traditionalist known for his skepticism towards magic, scoffed at the notion. "Nonsense," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. "There is no such thing as magic. This fortress is likely nothing more than a clever ruse, designed to sow fear and uncertainty among the populace."
Archmaester Marwyn bristled at the dismissal, his gaze defiant. "You underestimate the power of magic, Archmaester Ormund," he retorted, his voice tinged with frustration. "We cannot afford to ignore the possibility that this fortress may be the result of sorcery."
But his words were met with derision from his fellow maesters, who scoffed at the notion of magic in the modern age. "Magic is a relic of the past, Marwyn," one maester scoffed, his voice dripping with scorn. "We deal in facts and reason, not fairy tales and superstition."
Archmaester Ebrose raised a hand to quell the rising tension, his expression grave. "Enough," he declared, his voice commanding. "We must focus on uncovering the truth of this matter through reason and inquiry. Speculation and superstition will avail us nothing."
As the debate raged on, Archmaester Marwyn found himself isolated and marginalized, his warnings about the dangers of magic falling on deaf ears. Though he continued to advocate for a more open-minded approach, he was met with hostility and ridicule from his colleagues, who viewed his beliefs as antiquated and absurd.
And as the maesters delved deeper into their deliberations, the shadow of the icy fortress loomed large over their discussions, casting a pall of uncertainty over the ancient halls of the Citadel. Though they prided themselves on their rationality and skepticism, the prospect of magic and the unknown filled them with a sense of dread.
But amidst the skepticism and ridicule, Archmaester Marwyn remained undaunted, his determination unshaken. For he knew that the truth of the icy fortress beyond the Wall lay waiting to be discovered, and he would stop at nothing to uncover it, no matter the cost.
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