Days had passed since the surprise summons by the Mages, and Octavius had finally reasserted control over their shared body. Void, now relegated to the background, lingered around him like a restless specter, his presence a constant reminder of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface.
One would think he was hungry for food, his gaunt form seeming to yearn for nourishment, but it was something far less sinister that stirred his interest.
The students and faculty of the Academy, oblivious to the danger that walked among them, moved past him with careless abandon, and Void's eyes followed them with an unblinking intensity, his gaze burning with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.
Octavius, on the other hand, was consumed by a different obsession altogether. His mind worked tirelessly, weaving intricate schemes and strategies as he sought to infiltrate the Academy's inner circles.
