The classroom hummed with soft murmurs and the occasional tapping of digital pens against alloy desks. Holo-scrolls hovered in the air above the students' workstations, displaying images of an ancient battlefield—charred plains, broken banners, the remnants of colossal war-beasts strewn like forgotten titans.
At the front stood Professor Beli, draped not in the garb of a scholar, but in a long black coat—faded at the shoulders, embroidered with gold thread that caught the morning sun. Her hair, once wild and golden, was streaked with time now, but her eyes held the same fire that had once lit battlefields.
Behind her, the central screen flickered to life, displaying a muralized rendering of Veryan City during its final stand: flames in the sky, streaks of magic, silhouettes locked in combat. And in the middle of it all—him.
The man whose name the world still whispered.
Beli stepped forward, her voice calm, steady, reverent.
"The war was over.
