Inside the spacious chamber, three people had gathered.
Headmaster Marcus Blackwood was naturally one of them. He sat at the head of the table, leisurely smoking from his long, wooden pipe.
Across from him sat two elderly women, both powerful Mana Vortex Magi. Both of them had graduated from Saratoga, yet their paths had diverged.
One had remained within the grand institution, guiding its young students with unwavering loyalty and compassion. While the other had pledged herself to the city of Ravenfell, ensuring to guard its prosperity.
That last person… Adam had not expected to see her here.
He first turned to the old man, then pressed his hand against his chest and respectfully bowed. "Greetings, Headmaster."
Blackwood simply nodded, silently studying Adam for a good few moments. Exhaling a dense plume of smoke to the side, he remarked, "Must've killed a lot inside, eh?"
