The orb of arcane energy drifted ahead of me, cutting through the faint mist that hovered across the courtyard. It pulsed softly as an indication of how far or close we were to its target, each pulse of its bluish-purple light echoed like a heartbeat, tugging me forward with determination. My boots pounded against the damp stone as I followed it.
Through the winding campus patches, the night wind slapped against my face as students and lecturers were running helter skelter to or from shadow creatures.
And then, after what it felt like two minutes of running, the chancellor's quarters came into view. Immediately I set my eyes on it, a creeping chill snaked down my spine.
'No way…' I muttered to myself.
The orb slowed down and the pulsing of its light increased- we were close, flickering near the entrance of the quarters like a candle light battered by wind. My chest tightened immediately, if the arcane trail led here, then…
"The chancellor, Hans Wagner is in trouble…"
