The fall of the Academy was always inevitable.
Annette scurried through a sea of scattered books, dark circles shadowing her eyes as she tried to piece together information that echoed endlessly in her mind.
Too many fragments crashed together in her thoughts. She struggled to either connect them or pull them apart. Her hair hung in tangled strands, but she couldn't spare a moment to care.
Her apprentice fared worse. Vida lay buried beneath towers of books while papers littered every surface of the office.
With most Instructors absent, this was their chance. They could finally push their investigation deeper into dangerous territory.
As a Master, Annette had always held the privilege to come and teach at the Academy. But something felt wrong about this place. It started when she lost someone—someone far more than a friend—to the Academy's harsh curriculum while Rughsborough still held the President's seat.
