Silvermist, Levi, and Cullen waited in silence inside the chamber where they had been summoned earlier.
Though the three figures of authority—Cloud, East, and Sun—had already departed, the residual echo of their presence still clung to the air like a phantom mist.
The chamber is vast and cavernous, filled with an ethereal stillness that never quite settled.
The floating orbs overhead pulsed gently with blue-white light, casting shadows that danced along the floor like spirits of knowledge long past.
The architecture was reminiscent of the ancient inner sanctums of the Academy: circular in structure, with domed ceilings and walls entirely lined with towering bookshelves that climbed to impossible heights.
Each shelf brimmed with scrolls, leather-bound tomes, and magical ledgers that hummed with dormant power. Occasionally, a page would flip on its own, stirred not by wind but by enchantment—as though the chamber were memorizing what was written on them.
