[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"PROFESSOR LINCOLN! THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE!!!"
A tall, imposing figure strode through the open doors with the confidence of someone who rarely met opposition. His deep crimson robe, adorned with gold and silver runes, flowed around him as if moved by some unseen force.
His silver locks fell on his shoulders and his deep sapphire eyes burned with an intensity that demanded respect. Professor Lincoln, one of the most feared and respected individuals in the entire Merlin Academy, had arrived.
The council members straightened in their seats, and even Grandmaster Alaric's gaze sharpened as Lincoln made his entrance. His mere presence commanded attention, and the tension in the room thickened.
"Professor Lincoln," Alaric greeted, his voice steady, though a hint of surprise laced his words. "We did not expect your presence here today."
