Dean Tower:
The atmosphere within Dean Tower was heavy with the weight of impending decisions. The old man dean, a figure of great wisdom and calm authority, felt the tumultuous beats of his heart begin to settle.
Resolute, he knew he must first consult the crippled old man, the guardian of ancient secrets and one of the few who could fully grasp the gravity of the situation.
Without a moment's hesitation, the dean vanished from his place, reappearing swiftly in the shadowed confines of the Sub-Taboo Hall's Sub-Space, a realm hidden from the eyes of most, shrouded in mystery and power.
Standing before the entrance, a door forged from the deepest black stone and etched with arcane symbols, the dean paused. Respectfully, he requested permission to enter.
