Takeuchi walked through the grand corridors of the academy, his mind racing with newfound revelations about the Silvermoor family’s origins.
His footsteps echoed, though they seemed strangely quiet, as if even the academy walls were listening in on the secrets he’d uncovered.
The weight of his discovery sat heavily on his shoulders.
Each step brought with it memories, questions, and a feeling of inevitability he couldn't shake.
How had the Silvermoors managed to bury so much history for so long? And why had it been kept hidden?
The prestigious academy, usually brimming with life and bustling with the voices of apprentices, now seemed to hold its breath.
Was it really the silence around him, or had he become so withdrawn into his thoughts that even sound itself felt distant?
Silvermoors, what does this mean for me? For all of us?... Takeuchi pondered, feeling his chest tighten.