Chapitre 89: Toward The Southern Atholor Continent I

The first light of morning crept over Elderglow Academy, casting a soft glow across the quiet grounds. Inside, however, the academy was already abuzz with activity.

Lord Terrace and Lord Acheon, prepared for departure, made their way toward Dean Godsthorn's office for a final conversation before leaving. The previous day's events lingered heavily on Terrace's mind, and he had a parting request for the Dean.

The two Lords reached the office, where Dean Godsthorn awaited them, his expression both welcoming and serious. He gestured for them to take seats, sensing the weight of the conversation to come.

"Good morning, Lords," Dean Godsthorn greeted, his voice steady. "I trust the morning finds you well?"

Lord Terrace nodded, though a flicker of tension showed in his eyes. "We're well, Dean, but something came up during my time outside the academy," he began. "There was an attempt on my life. And my son's."