The door closed with a soft click, sealing the room in silence.
Nero stood before the headmaster's desk, his posture straight, his expression calm. The office was exactly as he remembered—the towering shelves filled with ancient tomes, the faint hum of protective wards, the weight of centuries pressing down from the stone walls. Behind the massive desk, the headmaster sat with the stillness of a mountain, his long white hair catching the fading light from the window.
Those piercing eyes studied Nero for a long, uncomfortable moment. The Knight of Gravitation. A man whose power was so immense that even sitting still, even silent, he radiated an presence that made the air itself feel heavier.
Then the headmaster's eyebrows rose slightly.
Just a fraction. A tiny movement that most would have missed. But Nero caught it.
"You've done it," the headmaster said quietly. It wasn't a question. "You've stepped into the Purple realm."
Nero met his gaze steadily. "Yes."
