Inside Astralis Arcanum, Zane's residence looked quiet and ordinary from the outside—just a simple instructor's room with lights off and curtains gently shifting in the breeze.
But inside, it was another world.
The entire space was sealed within a shimmering blue mana barrier that thrummed faintly, isolating him completely from the outside. The soft glow painted the walls like ripples of water, casting moving shadows around the room. In front of him floated several massive holographic screens, each one displaying a different battlefield.
Zane sat back in his chair, legs crossed, expression relaxed yet focused. His violet eyes reflected the violent clashes happening across the screens—firestorms, rune detonations, and explosions of wind and mana tearing through the mirrored arenas.
