ElderGlow Academy was just as it remained, cheering and riled up as the spectators anticipated the next test for the Year Three students.
Meanwhile Dean Godsthorn was on his way to greet the new visitors. However , he didn't walk out of the council chamber.
He vanished.
A hum of space-bending essence rippled through the inner ring of the Dean's platform, and with a subtle flick of his hand, he collapsed his form into the wind. One blink and he reformed elsewhere.
The teleportation array room.
The shift in space was near-instantaneous, a privilege only afforded to the head of ElderGlow Academy.
His polished boots landed softly against the white-rune circle embedded in the chamber's stone floor, just outside the active ring of pulsing azure sigils.
Bzzzzzzzz...
The air buzzed faintly with residual spatial magic, and the scent of recent teleportation still lingered.
And there they were.
Lord Terrace.
