"What about the legends?" Celion asked confused.
Oberon leaned against the massive table, his expression unreadable. "Legends are just that—stories.
Tales woven to make sense of things people can't understand." He tapped the cover of the book, his fingers drumming rhythmically.
"Azurea is no more real than the bedtime stories you tell younglings to make them behave."
The room erupted in protests.
"But what about the Shadeclaws falling from the sky?" one student shouted.
"And the cursed day of her birth?" another added.
Oberon's smirk deepened, his gaze sweeping over the incredulous faces before him. "Ah, yes, the Shadeclaws. A storm of death that rained from the heavens. How poetic."
He straightened, clasping his hands behind his back as he began pacing.
"You see, the story of Azurea serves a purpose. It reminds you of the fine line between power and destruction.
