The main gate of the Azalith Academy loomed before him like a monument in agony. The white marble walls were covered in cracks and soot, and the ancient golden barrier that enveloped the entire structure shimmered in the air like torn fabric. Every few seconds, sparks of light fell from the sky and dissolved into ash—signs that the barrier's power was at its limit.
Kael watched the scene in silence, mounted on a creature that should no longer exist.
The undead horse snorted dark vapor with each breath. Its ribs were partially exposed, and where eyes should be there was only flickering blue fire. The reins were formed from ethereal chains, connected directly to Kael's shadow—as if the animal were not a mount, but an extension of his own will.
A cold wind blew, stirring up ash and burnt leaves. High above, the academy's towers still faintly glowed with protective runes that struggled to remain lit.
Kael kept his gaze fixed on the tall doors. "The barrier is weakening."
