Chapter 127

Under the gentle light of the waxing moon, Maya and Jalen continued their leisurely walk back to the heart of the academy. Their steps were unhurried, each footfall a quiet thud on the soft earth of the path, resonating with the peaceful stillness of the night around them.

As they neared the main buildings, the faint murmur of voices drifted towards them—students likely lingering after their own late-night studies or discussions, a common occurrence in a place fueled by youthful energy and relentless curiosity.

"I think it's important for the students to see us involved in these discussions, not just as authority figures but as active participants in the ongoing dialogue about magic," Maya said, her voice thoughtful.

Jalen agreed, nodding. "It humanizes us. It shows that we are also continually learning and adapting. Plus, engaging with the students keeps our perspectives fresh and informed by the new generation's ideologies and innovations."