Dust and old magic. That was the atmosphere in the crypts that night.
Aegis followed Nazraya through the winding passages, their footsteps echoing off stone that had been here since before Valdria was even an idea. The professor's hips swayed with each step, robes clinging in ways that made Aegis's cock twitch.
[Focus. You're here to learn shadow magic, not stare at your teacher's ass... But maybe just a little bit wouldn't hurt anyone. Good god!]
"Tonight," Nazraya said, pushing open the heavy door to what made up their usual training room, which was just a part of the crypts that had a tiny bit more space than the rest. "I'm going to teach you something actually useful. Not just another variation of shadow bolt."
"What kind of useful?"
"The kind that might save your life one day."
