The Art of Casual Escapism

[Mission accomplished. Ten out of ten. You're a menace.]

I smirked as Seraphis fumed, her violet eyes blazing brighter than the flames I'd just extinguished. The smell of burnt parchment, hair, and centuries-old tapestry was thick in the air. Her pristine office now resembled a battleground a chaotic masterpiece of ash, scorch marks, and a very confused pineapple perched smugly on my shoulder.

"Do you think that was overkill?" I whispered under my breath.

[Overkill? No. Artful destruction? Absolutely. She's one sharp object away from declaring war on you.]

"Silverthorn," Seraphis growled through gritted teeth, her hands gripping the edge of her desk like she was imagining snapping my spine in two. "You have five seconds to explain yourself before I ensure you never step foot in this Academy again."

Before I could answer or more accurately, lie Ananara chimed in.