The lab within the Magic Tower University was dimly lit, the flickering light from the candles barely illuminating the shelves of ancient tomes and tables cluttered with various spell components and magical artifacts. The room was filled with the scent of parchment, ink, and the unmistakable tang of mana that seemed to hum through the air. It had the distinct feel of a place where knowledge was painstakingly gathered, piece by piece, through experiments and the occasional magical accident that left burn marks on the walls. The hum of magic intermingled with the occasional popping and sizzling of spells that hadn't quite dissipated. It was a place that seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next great discovery.