Darius walked the halls of the academy alone, his boots echoing softly on the polished marble floors, each step a faint pulse against the stillness of dusk. The tall windows lining the corridor framed a sky slipping from pale gold to deep indigo, the last rays of sunlight fading like a memory. His body ached, bruises from the tournament the night before throbbing under his skin, a reminder of the chaos he'd survived. But it wasn't the physical pain that weighed on him—it was the truth Professor Ignatus had dropped like a storm in his mind.
The Storm Visionary.