In the Celestial Academy, just after the three top elders—Darius, Sylph, and Aric—hurried off in secret, Roxana felt something stir within her. Her senses, honed over years of cultivation, flared with unease. She immediately halted her meditation, her instincts screaming that something was wrong.
She rose swiftly from her seated position, her eyes narrowing as she traced the subtle disturbance in the air. "What are they up to?" she muttered, her gaze hardening as she sensed the direction the elders had taken. They were moving fast, too fast for it to be a mere routine matter.
"I need to see where they're going," Roxana thought, already making her way toward the exit. Her curiosity was piqued, but more than that, her instincts warned her not to ignore this.