"Good evening, Lord Cendral," Aldric said, his tone professional. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture impeccably straight despite the oppressive heat radiating from the inferno before him.
"Good evening, Lord Cendral," Victor greeted with a slight bow. His voice was strained, nervousness clear on his face. A sheen of sweat coated his brow, though whether from the blazing warehouse or the formidable presence before him, even he could not tell. The firelight painted golden highlights across Aldric's gleaming antlers and caught the polished hilt of the sword at Victor's waist.
"Good evening, professor Aldric, professor Victor," Lucas said as he walked out of the flames, completely unscathed. There was not even a mark on his cloth. "Where is Sera?"
"When we arrived, Lady Cendral had already left the warehouse," Aldric revealed, tapping the centre of his spectacles. "She has entered the academy."
