Draven sat in his office, a quiet sanctuary within the towering walls of the Magic Tower University. The room was dimly lit, the glow of arcane symbols casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. Stacks of parchment, books, and journals filled the space around him, each one containing complex magical theories, equations, and diagrams. The faint hum of mana resonated through the air, a subtle reminder of the sheer amount of magical energy concentrated in this place.
At his desk, Draven's sharp eyes scanned over a series of magical equations he had been meticulously reviewing for hours. His notes, written in precise, flowing script, described the intricate details of summoning rituals and necromantic theory. He had always been drawn to the complexity of these fields—how the boundaries of life, death, and power could be manipulated, bent, and even broken.
