Mira's Workshop,
Zane leaned casually against one of the cluttered workbenches, gears and crystals glinting under the workshop lamps as he explained everything—well, everything except the parts involving Abyssals, parasites, and assassinations.
"Stonefang Combat Forge's chairman, Grom Ironfury, was here," he said calmly. "It was an official meeting with the academy. Caelum, Lucen… everyone was involved."
Mira's eyes widened instantly.
"Grom…? Chairman Grom Ironfury is here?"
Her voice practically exploded with excitement. She shot up from her chair so fast she nearly knocked over her tools.
"I—I have to meet him! Before he returns! It's been ages—he's my former teacher, my mentor, the one who guided me into magic tech, and—"
Zane raised a hand, stopping her mid-bounce.
"Hold your horses, Professor Mira."
She froze mid-motion, still half-leaning forward with sparkling eyes.
"…Yes?"
