Chapter 442 - The Professor's Search for His Student

Draven moved silently through the dim, empty corridors of Aetherion, his eyes fixed on the faintly glowing compass in his hand. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and magic, the oppressive quiet broken only by the soft clinking of his footsteps against the uneven floor. His appearance was slightly disheveled—his hair unkempt, his collar loose, his normally composed countenance showing the wear of time spent navigating the labyrinthine halls. His face was a mask of focus, his jaw set in hard determination, the glowing compass his only guide.