Chapter 81 - Just a stroll

Vonjo pushed open the heavy, brass-handled door of the principal's office, its hinges giving a low, almost ceremonial groan, like they were announcing his return. The thick scent of old parchment and candle wax hit him instantly, mixing with the faint aroma of tea leaves steeped too long. The room was much the same as before—overcrowded bookshelves groaning under the weight of grimoires and scrolls, the air alive with a strange, almost imperceptible hum, as if the room itself was whispering with the voices of centuries past. Yet somehow, it felt sharper this time, more aware of him.