Ruvian lifted his gaze as the silence of the hall parted to make way for a single figure.
She ascended the stage gracefully, measurely, and imperiously.
Power, strength, and dominance were woven into her very presence, far from the garish spectacle of lesser nobles, and more like the effortless strength of absolute authority.
Ophelia Dumblelore
The name alone echoed through the history of the Averenthia Empire.
A former Grand Magus, a legendary mage whose strength had shaped the tides of battlefield, a woman whose intellect had once dictated the course of empires.
Now, she ruled Velthia Academy with the same adamant hand that had once commanded legions.
Her robes, a deep indigo embroidered with golden sigils of dominion, caught the soft glow of the floating chandeliers. Her fabric did not billow; it commanded the air around it, settling only where she willed.
Effortlessly, she came to a halt at the center of the podium.
