Jonah walked through the grand corridors of the Academy's main spire. The guards in their polished armor recognized him, their expressions a mixture of awe and respect, but they offered no greetings. They seemed to sense the serious intent in his walk.
The data crystal was a solid weight in his pocket. It felt heavier than a simple piece of stone.
He didn't need to request an audience. The Headmaster's doors opened for him the moment he approached.
The old man was sitting behind his massive desk, reviewing a scroll with a faint, magical glow. He looked up as Jonah entered, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Jonah," he said, his voice a low rumble. "An unexpected visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Jonah didn't waste time with pleasantries. He walked directly to the desk, pulled the data crystal from his pocket, and placed it on the polished wood.
"I found this in the Restricted Archives," Jonah said, his voice calm, hiding his anger.
