The magician stood at the windowsill, his gaze fixed on the distant void, as if he saw not just the garden of the Academy, but something much more. His dark eyes showed no emotion, and even the light coming through the windows could not obscure the mysterious aura that emanated from him.

"The Master. Your mentor."

Teacher spoke calmly, but didn't hide some tension in her voice. You looked at the mentor again, now with more caution. The magic that emanated from him was palpable, like a slight shock.

The magician, Seonghwa finally turned his head, and his eyes met yours. The eyes seemed to penetrate into your soul, making your heart freeze. He didn't smile, didn't express any emotion, his face was like a mask hiding all his thoughts. The silence stretched for several long seconds before you finally spoke.