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The dangerous moment subsided, relieving himself of building tension like thousands of knives being pulled from his back, through a brief sigh. Releasing the crossbow from his grip, arm sliding down back to his side. He remained still retaining a calm expression and sound mind. Despite the flowing fountain, flowers, ornate gate and mystical structures, the atmosphere became as unpleasant as the decayed blackness waiting outside. 

Perfectly aware that no amount of studying would’ve prepared him for such unfamiliar circumstances, it was inevitable that he would experience culture shock. But he suddenly felt incredibly inferior to those in close proximity. All bound to have more powerful magic, even excluding their innate abilities that gave them further advantages. But the question of what everyone was gathered for and especially why he was included wasn't the only thing burning...

You could practically see the fire inside his eyes, fuming out infrequent snarls through clenched teeth. The wolf wasn't used to being excoriated, while simultaneously being uncertain of the strength difference of the obstacle taunting him to a battle that Lydrim refused partaking in. Lydrim noticed Lyros standing, mumbling something under his breath that was inaudible for even the sharpest ears. Leaving toward another corner of the courtyard, distancing himself from the crowd of strangers. 

“Well that's disappointing. I wouldn't have minded having some new friends.” Vashti squawked softly, flying down to the ground beside Lyros, hopping behind him.

“Go away.” Lyros warned promptly, glaring like he'd sink his teeth into the next thing that approached. Vashti hurriedly flapped back into the air and perched herself back onto Lydrim's shoulder. Noticing the tension between others festering. “I'm growing uncertain of the benefits of staying here.” Vashti spoke softly to Lydrim, returning a slight nod before hearing an unfamiliar, ethereal sounding voice laughing. Turning around to witness the cloaked spirit revealing themselves, though after the previous scenario, it wasn't nearly as surprising to either of them. 

Both glancing up at their shimmering eyes, proclaiming their name that mirrored the note. Mentioning the former slave and a University that was preparing to teach everyone present, albeit sounding uninterested in what she was saying. Lydrim stepped back seeing her face, showing off her achromatic skin and demonic horns. Lydrim folded his arms, also wanting the answer to the Nyxian's question, while patiently waiting to ask some of his own.