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The Covens of Midnight were built for creatures who were never meant to bask beneath the living sun.
Like the Nightborne mansion, the academy grounds were caught in an eternal twilight—an imitation of dusk, woven from old warding spells and ancient darkness.
The air itself carried that muted hue, neither day nor night, a realm suspended for the sake of those who walked beneath its shadow.
True sunlight would have reduced most of us to ash. Even the noble-born, with their superior resilience, could not withstand the unfiltered touch of dawn.
The "light" in these halls was nothing more than a careful construction of illusion and enchantment—soft, cold, and harmless to the nocturnal bloodlines.
As usual, I found myself surrounded by vampires, though only a handful were worth my attention.
Valerius Thorne—arrogant, sharp-tongued, and loyal only because it amused him.
