Aiden stood before the heavy oak door engraved with intricate silver runes. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and knocked firmly three times.
A rich, strict, yet undeniably hot feminine voice answered from within.
"Come in."
He turned the handle and stepped inside.
The office was elegant, filled with the scent of aged books, incense. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, ancient artifacts floated gently in glass cases, and a large window behind the desk bathed the room in soft golden light.
Behind a grand desk sat Professor Nyssa Obsidienne.
