บท 147: The Master's Strings

The campus of Western University bore the brunt of the assault, yet, miraculously, suffered the least damage. Despite the outward signs of the attack, powerful enchantments woven through the wood and stone had preserved many of the structures, leaving the streets eerily clear. Only the Heart of the West, the enormous crystal hovering above the citadel, was broken. Its glimmering facets had dimmed, and a series of jagged fractures radiated out where the Dragon's claws had rested.