The inside of the Towers was how Ervan remembered, speaking volumes about how high mages preferred to preserve tradition than carve new paths. And yet something was different about the building full of narrow corridors and steep stairways.
Ervan made his way through the reception area, stepping deeper into the building, and it took him a moment to pinpoint the change: the silence. The Towers seemed eerily quiet, almost tranquil, as if all its inhabitants had abandoned the place. Of course, he’d heard that after the turmoil, many teachers and students had left, not interested in the arcane arts that replaced the high magic, but according to Ervan’s informants, enough of them had stayed to fill at least some of the halls and dormitories.
hadHe remembered the stairway, wider than the others
