The Student Council room was brightly lit, the glow of magical lamps reflecting off the polished floor. Knight statues stood outside at attention throughout the area, their presence a constant reminder of the Academy's security.
At the center of the room, a young man sat behind a desk buried under a mountain of documents. A crow perched lazily on the edge of the table, its head tucked under its wing as it dozed.
Damon sighed, brushing his black hair aside. Without sparing a glance, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a pouch. With a practiced motion, he emptied its contents—glittering magic crystals—onto the shadow pooling beneath his chair.
The inky darkness of his shadow rippled, greedily swallowing the crystals. A familiar chime echoed in his mind, a notification from his system. He barely acknowledged it, his eyes locked on the endless paperwork before him.
He groaned.
