Raena hurried through the stone corridors of Thornwood Academy, her mind racing with the events that had just unfolded in Headmaster Zelbus's office. She could still feel the lingering effects of the strange vision she'd experienced—whispers of the Black Rose echoing in her mind. But there was no time to dwell on that now.
She had to get to Professor Elara's class, and she was already running late!
The hallway leading to the classroom was lined with portraits of ancient mages, their eyes seemingly following her every move. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and candle wax, and as she approached the door, she could hear the faint hum of students already settled inside. The door itself was an imposing oak structure, intricately carved with symbols of light magic, glowing faintly as if alive.
"Alright. This is it."
Raena pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The classroom was nothing short of mesmerizing.