The office of Headmaster Alistair was usually a sanctuary of dust motes and silence. Today, it was a war room.
Three massive communication crystals burned a frantic, angry crimson in the center of the room, pulsing in time with the shouting voices of the Continental Council.
"Is it confirmed?" shouted Headmaster Joric of the Northern Citadel, his holographic face distorted by static and rage. "Did she truly use Conceptual Magic? Did she erase a Rank Four Commander without an incantation?"
"The reports are worse than that, Joric," Headmistress Valara of the Southern Isles whispered, her voice tight with fear. "My sensors in the Tidal Spire picked up a reality distortion event in Azurefall that registered as a Singularity. Alistair, if the 'Azure Devil' is active again... the Treaty of Shadows is meaningless. You haven't just saved a city; you have declared war on the entire underworld."
