While Nicholas was huddled in his dark dormitory writing a letter to his mother, in another corner of the university, a group of people were pondering how to write a reply.
This was also a room lacking in light.
However, compared to Nicholas's cramped and small dormitory, this room was vastly superior in both size and grandeur.
Although the stars in the surrounding void had already dimmed, the dragon-shaped chandelier hovering over the oval office table lit up a few whiskers.
The soft yellow light mixed with the deep blue glow emanating from the dragon's two huge eyes, pouring onto the delicate clivia in the center of the table, coating them in a layer of mysterious light.
The conference table was bare.
No materials, no notebooks, no fruit plates, no snacks, no drinks.
Even the flower sprites who usually dozed on the clivia leaves had been removed from the venue by the elves in grey uniforms.
