The door creaked open with ease as Asher pushed it with his hand, the hinges producing a faint, drawn-out groan that echoed softly into the quiet corridor, and although he had met Cindralis before, around three months ago, Asher could clearly remember that this wasn't the place he had met her, the architecture, scent, and overall atmosphere entirely different from his previous encounter, so he calmly concluded that she likely had multiple offices and residences scattered across the Academy grounds, befitting someone of her authority and status.
Without a shred of hesitation, he stepped in with calm and steady steps, each footfall controlled and measured, although he didn't particularly want to meet the woman due to their past and the complicated history between them, it didn't mean he was afraid of her.
