The tension was palpable in the air as Gaspar Falk, the Director of Kryoris, contemplated the horizon from his office window.
The academy, once an impenetrable fortress of learning and magic, now seemed fragile in the face of the possibilities he feared.
The phrase echoed in his mind like a forewarning: "The calm before the storm... it must be like this..."
"The defenses... quadruple all of them when they arrive," he ordered, his voice carrying an authority that left little room for questioning. He was preparing...
Eleonor, a skilled and loyal elf in his service, hesitated for a moment before expressing her concern. "Director, I think that—"
"Do what I said," he interrupted her brusquely but quickly realized the harsh tone in which he had spoken.
