He clenched his jaw for what felt like the thousandth time that day and honestly, if someone had been keeping count, they would probably be concerned.
He had come all the way to the academy for one thing—one very specific, very important thing—and somehow still managed to miss it.
Varek Duran was gone.
Again.
The office still carried that faint "important old man who disappears at the worst possible time" atmosphere, which only made his mood worsen.
For a brief, dangerously tempting moment, he considered destroying the entire room just to vent out his anger.
The desk looked breakable.
The shelves looked flammable.
The entire room practically invited violence.
Unfortunately, the trembling assistant in the corner ruined the mood.
The poor man looked like he was one harsh word away from collapsing— or worse— embarrassing himself permanently on academy property.
He exhaled slowly.
No.
Not worth it.
Yet.
