Elion stands by the large map of the continent, his expression grave. The light from the enchanted lamps flickers softly across his face as Lira tells him everything the intruder said. He listens without interrupting, hands folded behind his back.
When she finishes, he finally exhales.
"I had hoped," he says slowly, "that this day would never come. But deep down, I always knew it was a matter of time. The old groups who once hunted multielement users… they were ruthless. They see people like you as a danger, not as hope."
Lira clenches her fists. "He said they'll find all of us."
Elion nods. "Then we will make sure they do not succeed. First, we will strengthen the academy's barriers. I will call the wardmasters and the elemental council. No one will enter our grounds without being noticed."
