The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. Riven followed Archmage Elara through the training grounds, leaving behind the still-buzzing crowd. Every step felt like it carried weight, but he kept his expression neutral, his hands slipping into his pockets as if he weren't being personally escorted by one of the most powerful figures in the academy.
Elara didn't speak immediately, her violet robes billowing behind her as she moved with purpose. She led him away from the open areas, past towering structures and quiet hallways, until finally, they arrived at an isolated courtyard deep within the academy grounds.
A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the space, their faint glow casting a gentle light over the cobblestone path. It was peaceful—an eerie contrast to the battle that had just taken place.
Elara finally stopped, turning to face him.
