Long, transparent shelves, each one glowing with soft, internal glyphs, were stacked from floor to ceiling in ordered chaos, containing countless techniques, spells, and forgotten histories.
Students moved through the space like bees in a vast, quiet hive—some whispering over opened scrolls, their faces illuminated by the soft light.
Others were seated at rune-inscribed desks, practicing sigil combinations in the air, their fingers tracing complex patterns that left lingering trails of light.
But it was the central symbol that held Kael's attention, drawing his gaze irresistibly upward.
Suspended high above the central hall, a massive sigil floated in midair—rotating gently, layers of radiant blue light spinning hypnotically within a larger ring of pure silver. It was alive in a way nothing mechanical should be, pulsating with an unseen energy.
