The door to the Dean's Chamber closed behind Aurelion with a sound of click. Inside, the chamber was exactly as it should be and was left behind. Spacious and grand, but not that grand . Every piece of furniture was placed for convenience and with a purpose. There were Tall shelves that lined the walls, they were filled with neatly arranged records, sealed documents, and carefully categorized texts. Nothing was decorative for the sake of appearance. Everything here was placed because it was needed.
The wide desk at the center reflected a muted sheen under the sunlight that streamed through the tall windows behind it. Papers were already arranged across its surface in precise order—no clutter, no chaos, just quiet efficiency.
Aurelion's gaze moved across the room in a single sweep as he stepped forward. Nothing was out of place and Nothing was lacking. "Good.." he said.
I See, you guys are back after the flashback. We are back to the present timeline. I am back.
