[Location: The Grand Opera House – Dressing Room 1]
Time soon passed, and just like Damien had expected, his opportunity soon came.
The applause outside was still thundering, vibrating the floorboards of the dressing room, but inside, the air was dead silent.
Damien sat on the velvet couch, unbuttoning his collar. Barnaby had already vanished into a spatial pocket, leaving him alone to face the storm that was coming through the door.
Knock. Knock.
It wasn't a regular polite knock; this was one with command.
"Enter," Damien said, making sure his voice dropped into the cool, detached tone of 'Mozart'.
Hearing this, A woman walked in.
She wore crimson robes that flowed like liquid blood, stitched with protective runes so subtle only a Master could see them.
Her presence filled the small room instantly, heavy, metallic, and smelling of ozone.
Dean Alice. The Head of Recruitment for the Imperial Academy. A Peak 6th Order Mage known as the "Blood-Eye Sage."
