In the capital city of Herram, the Redmond Administrative Building towers majestically at the northernmost side of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Thin, almost transparent, leaf-like films delicately adhered to the windows, allowing the morning sunlight to filter through them softly and warmly, like strands of golden thread.
The office was suffused with the scent of spring flowers wafting in through the window, a gift from time and nature.
Compared to before, the room felt considerably emptier.
Most of the documents on numerous bookshelves had been cleared. It looked much like an office whose occupant was preparing to move out.
All alone, Lanci sat in his spacious office, fixated on an ancient Protoss tome.
For once, the usually diligent principal was seen leisurely whiling away his time in the office.
The tumultuous Protoss bishop election, which had caused a great stir, was already more than ten days in the past.
These days would also be his last in the Protoss Empire.