The main gate of the Central Magic Tower looked from a distance like a massive fissure in the heart of the sky; two stone doors dozens of meters tall, with thousands of defensive runes pulsing on their surface with a steady blue light, examining every being before entry, from body and mana to soul and identity.
On that day, the space around the gate was not calm as usual.
Rows of the tower's security mages stood on both sides of the main path, and behind them, professors, students, and members of administrative units had gathered at a cautious distance.
The news of the Lionheart family delegation's arrival had been published only a few minutes ago, but that short time was enough for hundreds of people to reach the tower's outer ring.
No one knew whether this meeting would end in negotiation or conflict.
Lioran was still a direct child of one of the continent's most powerful families.
