The heavy oak table groaned. The localized gravity around Valerica Sol spiked to a level that threatened to completely shatter the polished marble floorboards beneath them. The daughter of House Sol did not reach for a weapon, but the ambient pressure radiating from her Sentinel core was a lethal threat all on its own.
To Vane's left, Isole Sylvaris was completely still. The High Elf possessed a terrifying control over her mana, and her grey resonance was leaking into the physical world. The shadows beneath their heavy leather boots rose up like jagged physical blades. The scent of cold earth and crushed pine needles was so thick it completely overpowered the smell of the roasted chicken and spiced potatoes.
Nyx did not seem to care at all. The undisputed apex of the Second Year class rested her pale chin comfortably on Vane's shoulder. Her long wavy lavender hair cascaded down his back, the midnight blue tips brushing against his uniform.
