The morning sun cast a warm, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of the academy, the soft light dappling the cobblestone paths and ancient stone walls. Lucan walked leisurely through the academy gardens, his sharp eyes scanning the tranquil surroundings. The conversation he had overheard the previous day is in his mind, the mention of the *Eye of Obsidian* stirring a mix of anticipation and determination within him.
The relic, could turn him into an Evil Magician—something Lucan had long considered.
Lucan's thoughts were interrupted as he passed a group of students gathered beneath a large oak tree, their laughter and conversation filling the crisp morning air. He approached them, a smile easing onto his lips.
"Good morning, Teacher Lucan!" called out Elara, a cheerful girl with bright eyes. "You seem especially relaxed today."