For twenty years, Lyenne had served as the "Seal Specialist" at the Academy, a bastion of discipline perched upon a massive rock floating high above the world. Her duty was not merely to teach complex sigil theories but to maintain the ancient wards that kept the Academy airborne. However, the morning Eren entered her classroom, the thousand-year-old seals shivered in unison for the first time. Thin, pale, and walking with a weightless detachment, the boy took no notes during the lecture; he simply stared at a flawed sigil Lyenne had drawn intentionally and whispered, "The flaw isn't in the sigil, it's in the intent." In that moment, Lyenne's blood ran cold, for that sentence existed in no Academy textbook—it belonged only to the forbidden legends of "Will Magic."
Descending into the restricted archives at midnight, Lyenne used a silver key inherited from her family to unlock a hidden chamber, where she discovered the dark truth of her lineage: two thousand years ago, her ancestor Valerius had betrayed the Imperial Mage Kaelen. Kaelen had learned to bend reality through pure intent, bypassing sigils entirely, and to stop this terrifying power, Valerius had imprisoned his friend's soul within the "blood seals" of his own descendants. Just then, Eren emerged from the shadows, his eyes now entirely void of light. His voice carried the weary resonance of two millennia as he spoke: "When your ancestor Valerius imprisoned me, I made him a promise; the last of his line would be the price of my freedom." He touched Lyenne's forehead, and a tidal wave of ancient knowledge flooded her mind. She saw that sigils were not tools of empowerment, but shackles invented to limit human potential. In an instant, twenty years of discipline collapsed like a castle of sand.
Eren's body convulsed and he collapsed to the floor, weeping as he pleaded, "Professor, please kill me, the voice inside won't stop." Lyenne looked at the silver dagger in her hand—a weapon capable of severing a soul—but the vision of divine power Kaelen had shown her outweighed her fear. Tossing the dagger into a dark corner, she gripped the boy's shoulders with a dangerous ambition. "No, Eren, I will protect you. My ancestors made a mistake by imprisoning a god; I will be the one to set him free." In the weeks that followed, the Academy's curriculum began to shift in secret. Lyenne started teaching her most gifted students the supremacy of intent, covertly manipulating the Academy's great seals to stop protecting and start devouring energy instead.
When the wards finally failed and the massive rock groaned as it began its slow descent from the heavens, Lyenne and Eren stood at the center of the Seal Chamber amidst the ashes of burning scrolls. Lyenne's own hands had begun to turn translucent, mirroring Eren's; she was no longer a teacher or a guardian, but a disciple who had fallen in love with her prisoner's vision and was ready to burn the world for it. As the city plummeted through the clouds toward a world waiting to be brought to its knees, Lyenne squeezed the boy's hand. Two thousand years of intent had finally broken the shackles of sigils, and she would be the architect of this new, lawless age.