( Theoran Vale's POV )
Inside Zenith Academy, an important discussion was taking place.
The meeting room had existed longer than most kingdoms.
At least, that was what new professors liked telling students.
I knew better.
The western wall had been rebuilt twice.
The ceiling once.
And the enormous circular table occupying the center of the room had been replaced eighty-three years ago after two professors decided a disagreement over magical theory required demonstrating their arguments physically.
I knew because I had been one of the students watching through the window.
Some things changed.
Others did not.
Arguments among powerful mages belonged firmly to the second category.
"The upper-ranked class will need another combat instructor."
"We've already assigned three."
"Three isn't enough if the admissions predictions are accurate."
"It has always been enough."
"It has never had five SSS potentials entering in the same year."
That finally quieted the room.
