The chamber's stillness deepened after Headmaster Dagon Heartfield's thunderous declaration.
The Instructors, each seasoned in their own right, shifted subtly in their seats, awaiting the flow of the meeting. The obsidian table between them gleamed faintly beneath the firelight, its polished surface reflecting their expressions like rippling water.
Dagon's gaze swept over them all—stern, heavy, unyielding. The silence stretched before he finally spoke again.
"First, we shall assign the courses for this new term."
A low murmur of anticipation moved through the room. For every intake of students, the allocation of instructors and subjects was a matter of grave importance. The foundation of Dragon Hunters was built here—in lectures, in practice grounds, and in the battles that pushed students to the edge of survival.
Dagon gestured, and a faint shimmer of runes appeared across the table, forming an ethereal projection of the Academy's curriculum.
