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After the battle of headmaster (Saint) Raghnall Ferrin a council meeting is starting.
The council chamber was awash with the golden light of runes inscribed along the walls, their steady pulsing casting eerie shadows.
At the center stood a man who exuded both confidence and unease. His cloak, tattered and lined with faintly glowing symbols, marked him as someone who had walked the line between scholar and sorcerer for far too long.
"A man name is Calvin stated taking,"
He began, his voice steady but solemn."
Normal I don't attend this kind of meeting. I have some information to share.
Note: "He is not merely a scholar. He is an oracle, Saints rank."
My expertise lies in the study of dimensional rifts and the forces that seep through them."
The room, filled with Saints, advisors, and leaders of Celestial City, went silent. Few dared to claim equivalence with the
