Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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### **Morning of the Reading**
Victor trudged into the disciplinary chamber, his legacy sword strapped to his back under a plain cloak, its silhouette faint but unmistakable. He was accompanied by Rylan, eyebrows low, simmering with silent concern.
In the wood-paneled chamber, several senior city instructors—faces grave—sat behind a long desk. At the center stood Vice Chancellor Lysandra, her robes cascading over the bench like midnight water.
Victor nodded politely to Rylan, who offered him a small, encouraging smile. The assembled instructors leaned forward; Lysandra's eyes centered on Victor.
> "Victor Revenant—Revenant—please rise."
He did.
