Light and shadow folded around him, warping reality into riplling colour. A massive gate stood before him.
Vaeloria Academy.
This was where Elvira had found her purpose.
Where she became a Professor.
She stood at the wooden gates, not as a girl from Thaeleen, but a women shaped by years of experience. Long slilver hair tied in a lose bun — a deep green robe, woven with silver threads of enchatments, marked her as a high-ranking instructor.
She exhaled as her boots touched the polished floor.
The first year was difficult.
Depsure graduating at the top of her class, she wasn't instantly welcomed. Not becahse she lacked skill or knowledge.
But reputation.
There were no mention of her achivements. But she made an impression on her students.
She wasn't loud, nor did she show off.
Whe taught calmly, deliberately. With patience that impressed even her flashier colleagues.
Her first class was full of skepticism—some respectful, others defiant.
But she greeted them all the same.
