The night was heavy with shadows as the cold wind whispered through the academy grounds, bringing with it a stillness that shrouded Ravenwood's ancient towers.
In one of these towers, the demonic magic research wing, a faint flicker of light disturbed the blanket of darkness, struggling against the void.
At the top of the tower, behind the thick stone walls, only the glimmer of a candle dared to fight the night, casting weak, dancing shapes across a large, open room.
Furniture, shelves laden with books, and scattered scrolls were all shoved unceremoniously to the edges of the room.
Pages of open tomes fluttered as the breeze slipped through the half-open window, but in the center of the chamber, the true purpose of the setup lay waiting.
A large purple magic circle etched meticulously into the stone floor, glowing with an otherworldly light.
