Moments later,RyxThe neon hum of the hallway lights flickered in sync with my pulse as we approached the heavy, reinforced doors of the Faculty of Technology. This was my sanctuary with the smell of ozone, the soft whirring of cooling fans, and the glowing blue lines of mana-circuitry embedded in the floor. I stopped abruptly, my boots scuffing against the polished obsidian. Adrian halted instantly, his presence a heavy, comforting weight at my back. "Adrian, wait," I said, my voice modulated into that haunting, metallic chime. I turned to face him, adjusting the strap of my tactical bag. "You’re not coming into the Tech-Lab with me. You have your own schedule today."Adrian’s crimson eyes blinked slowly, a slight tilt of his head indicating a processing delay. "My primary directive is your protection, Ryx. The tech archives are a high-density mana zone. Your stabilization levels require...""My levels are fine," I interrupted, placing a hand on his chest-plate. "You’re enrolled
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