The sun had begun to set over the academy, casting an amber glow through the tall, arched windows. Most students had departed, the echo of footsteps fading down the grand hallways. But one particular student had lingered — the one Sylvara’s gaze often followed.

“You stayed behind, darling,” her sultry voice purred from the doorway. She slithered gracefully, her tail gliding across the polished floor. “Were you hoping for some… private lessons?”