"Now that your body is working properly, let's get you acclimated to more spells you can learn," Van Dijk said, his voice crisp as he led Ludwig back toward his study.
The winding corridors of the Black Tower felt eerily quiet, the walls lined with bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the vaulted ceiling. Occasional whispers of mana could be felt, residual traces of ancient spells that had once been cast in this arcane haven. Ludwig followed closely, his mind spinning with questions about his newfound abilities and the enigmatic man guiding him.
Van Dijk's study, as always, was a blend of chaos and methodical precision. The scent of old parchment and ink mixed with the faint tang of alchemical reagents. Various tomes were stacked in precarious towers around the room, while the centerpiece—a grand ebony desk—remained immaculately organized. Van Dijk moved with purpose, scanning the shelves and muttering to himself as he selected several books.
