The library was silent, save for the occasional creak of old shelves settling under the weight of centuries' worth of knowledge. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, painting golden rectangles across the wooden tables—empty, as always.
Perfect.
I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the cover of the book laid out before me: "The Fundamental Principles of Aura Resonance: A Comprehensive Guide."
Amusing, really.
I'd passed by this tome dozens of times before, dismissing it as another dry academic text. Now, it might as well have been a treasure map.
A sigh escaped me as I rubbed my temple.
The aftermath of yesterday's disaster had left the academy in chaos—classes suspended, faculty scrambling for answers, students whispering in hushed clusters.
Thankfully, Zephyr had kept his word. No one had come knocking on my door, demanding to know why a "background character" had been spotted hauling an unconscious princess through the courtyard.
Small mercies.
