The stone halls were eerily silent as Valen, Lian, and Aylara made their way toward the restricted vault. Shadows played across the walls, their forms shifting and dancing in the dim torchlight. The weight of their mission pressed on them, filling the silence with unspoken tension. Even the air felt thick with magic, like a silent reminder of the powerful enchantments guarding the vault.
They reached a secluded corner of the academy's restricted wing, hidden from casual view by winding corridors and layers of ancient wards. Lian checked their supplies one last time: arcane lockpicks, potions to boost their stamina, and a set of charms that would mask their magical signatures.
Aylara broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you both certain about this? Once we step in, there's no turning back."