The massive hallways of the central tower had lost their usual calmness from the very first hours of the morning.
Mages who typically passed each other with minds absorbed in complex formulas and endless research were now walking more slowly, their gazes constantly shifting among those around them.
Even the heavy air of the tower seemed denser, as if thickened by the whispers flowing in every corner.
"He's the one who fully comprehended the main tablet?"
"Yeah, that same guy... Daniel Noir."
"Impossible... I still can't believe it."
"What's even more impossible is that Professor Ryndor accepted defeat in the scholarly debate."
"Did you hear? The Supreme Council didn't even hold a vote and directly issued the permit for the Trial of a Thousand Spells."
"Are you sure? That trial is meant for those who've been in the tower for years."
"That's exactly why everyone's shocked."
