บท 422: Language

In one of the high-vaulted classrooms inside Saratoga, a middle-aged professor stood in front of her desk, her presence commanding yet inviting.

The room was filled with attentive students sitting at their long wooden desks, facing the professor. Tall, arched windows let in natural light streams and bathed the classroom in a warm glow.

Professor Elora was dressed in colorful flowing robes adorned with intricate embroidery. She glanced at all the graduate students present with her piercing blue eyes and very soon began her lecture.

"Languages," she said as her eyes swept across the classroom, "are more than mere means of communication; they are carriers of our culture, history, and identity."

The following moment, she weaved a simple hand gesture and pointed her palm to the ceiling. Then, a magical projection—an illusion, really—appeared above her, displaying the map of the Ulier Continent.