Shortly afterward, inside the imposing Dean Tower, a building steeped in history and magic, the old dean sat in his dimly lit study. His once calm demeanor was shattered by the latest development—a piece of news so disturbing that it left him reeling.
At first, he dismissed it as mere rumors, the kind of baseless gossip that often circulates in times of uncertainty. But his skepticism evaporated when, just minutes ago, he received undeniable confirmation from their Elite Wizards, the academy's most trusted and powerful wizards.
The leaked intelligence aligned disturbingly well with the findings of their own investigations. This coincidence could only mean one thing: the intel might not just be credible; it might be a harbinger of a deeper, more sinister truth.
"If this is true," the dean muttered under his breath, a shadow of dread creeping into his voice, "then both academies are as brutal and ruthless as the Black Faction Wizards themselves."
