Celestial Arcane Academy.
Right above the 1st year's dormitory.
A figure hovered in mid-air, their gaze locked on a specific spot below. Clad in a long, flowing cloak that billowed gently in the morning breeze, the figure's face was obscured by a deep hood, casting shadows over their features. Only their eyes were visible—cold, calculating, and glowing faintly with an unnatural light.
The figure's gaze was intense, unblinking, as they focused on one of the dormitory rooms. From this vantage point, they could sense the aetheric disturbance emanating from within the Meditation Room below. It was chaotic and powerful, unlike anything typically felt within the academy grounds.
"Hmm... So it begins," the figure murmured, their voice barely a whisper against the wind but carrying an ominous weight.
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