It was exactly as Instructor Daevan had said during the tour: speak where he needed to go, and the halls would transform, guiding him to his destination.
Aziz murmured the name on the sheet he'd been given: Grandmaster Nox.
The name had stuck in his mind ever since the House Keeper mentioned it.
This man, Nox, would be the one to train him privately.
Something about that left an uneasy itch at the base of his skull. His sixth sense, honed in the darkness of Peklo Forest and sharpened through countless battles, told him he was being followed. He didn't need to look around to confirm it; he could feel the faint presence of the House Keeper lingering just beyond his awareness, always watching.
Always listening.
The shifting halls finally brought him to a set of enormous double doors. Ornate and heavy, they loomed over him like the gateway to something he could never turn back from.
