The Academy's Grand Library occupied three floors of the central tower, its vast collection of texts representing centuries of accumulated knowledge from across the known world. Evening light filtered through tall windows, casting long shadows between towering shelves while the soft scratch of quills on parchment provided a gentle soundtrack to scholarly pursuits.
Aeloria sat alone at a corner table, surrounded by advanced texts on magical theory that reflected her growing mastery of Arcane Synthesis. Her studies had progressed rapidly under the academy's expert instruction, each lesson building upon the foundation of practical experience gained during their harrowing dungeon expedition.
