Chapter 362: Dean Veyra Kyrelle 2

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Chapter 362: Dean Veyra Kyrelle 2 Every one of the defenses in place beneath the university had been made for a very specific purpose. Each one was designed to stop a different kind of threat, from the kinds everyone talked about—arcane breaches, divine interference, psychic attacks, or physical intrusion—to the stranger kinds that most people would laugh at if they heard them spoken aloud. Old superstition, they would call it, the kind of thing that belonged in half-forgotten stories, not in the middle of a modern campus. But here, in this place, those old protections were not only real, they had been kept alive and ready for a very long time. None of them were meant to be seen, not even by trained magical eyes that knew how to look for distortions in the air or ripples in the ground. To any casual scan, the whole area would seem harmless—just stone, soil, and the faint, steady hum of the foundations themselves. And that was exactly the point. If someone didn’t suspect anything was there, they wouldn’t bother looking deeper. And if they didn’t look deeper, they wouldn’t realize they had stepped too far until it was too late to turn back. When the activation sequence beneath her feet finally settled into a steady, patient rhythm, Veyra drew her hand away from the black sphere that sat in the center of the command room. Its glow softened, fading until only the faintest trace of light remained along the edges, and the low vibration it had been giving off sank down into a pulse so quiet you could almost convince yourself it wasn’t there at all. It would stay like that until she decided otherwise, waiting as long as it needed to, without complaint or change, like a loyal animal crouched in the dark. She crossed the room to the far wall, where a plain console waited. The metal frame was nothing special to look at, but the lock was another story—it was bound both by a physical key and a layered enchantment that would punish anyone foolish enough to try and force it open. Reaching into the wide sleeve of her robe, she pulled out a slender silver key, the surface still faintly warm from being kept against her skin all morning. She slid it into the narrow slot hidden in the side of the console and turned it just enough to feel the inner mechanism loosen. Then, she lifted her other hand and drew a sharp, deliberate line in the air with her forefinger. A pale, almost ghostly light followed her motion, bending into the clean shape of a sigil before sinking into the lock like water into sand. There was a soft, final click as the last seal broke. The console opened without a sound, and inside was a single, heavy folder bound tight with reinforced stitching. The label Echo Response Plan — Tier 5 Activation was written in clean, faded script across the front. Veyra took it out and set it on the desk, undoing the binding with careful fingers. The first few pages held maps of the university, drawn with meticulous care, every line straight and purposeful. The grounds were laid out in precise detail, with the surrounding district marked just as clearly. Notes were placed on underground chambers, fallback zones, and evacuation corridors, and every mark was placed with intent and without wasted space. She kept turning the pages, and the tone of the maps began to shift. The defensive rings and fallback routes gave way to movement plans—arrows bending toward choke points, routes marked for flanking, targeted areas for counterstrikes. It was impossible to mistake what these plans were for. This wasn’t just about keeping the university safe. If someone forced her hand, these pages would turn this place from a peaceful seat of learning into a blade, one sharp enough to cut deep. Veyra didn’t rush through any of it. It wasn’t hesitation. It was a habit. She never left herself room to say later that she had missed something because she hadn’t taken her time. By the time she reached the last page, she let her fingers rest against it for a long, thoughtful moment before lifting her gaze toward the far wall. There was nothing there—smooth stone, unbroken by any mark—but she stared at it like she could see past it, far beyond the limits of the room. "Let’s see what your first move is," she murmured under her breath, her voice so quiet it barely disturbed the air. "Oh, Anciant god." Nothing in the room stirred. The barriers below kept turning in their hidden rotation, patient as the seasons. She closed the folder and placed it back inside the console, locking it again with the same steady precision she had opened it. The key slipped back into her sleeve. Her steps toward the door were unhurried, quiet against the polished floor. When she stepped out into the main hall, the air seemed lighter somehow, as though the still weight of the command room had been left behind. Sunlight spilled through the high windows, catching on the edges of long banners that shifted gently in the breeze outside. Students passed by in their usual patterns—heads bent together in quiet conversation, bursts of laughter breaking out from small groups, solitary figures moving quickly with eyes fixed ahead. None of them looked like they had the faintest idea that the earth under their feet was now lined with teeth, waiting for the signal to bite down. She didn’t stop in the hall. Her path led deeper into the building, toward a chamber most people on campus had never even heard of. The door opened without fuss, and inside, the subcommanders of the university’s defense division were already seated around a long table carved from dark stone. The table’s surface was worn smooth but not glossy. Each one of them carried a presence that could fill a room, and their reputations stretched well beyond the walls of the campus. But as soon as Veyra stepped inside, every one of them straightened, eyes turning to her with undivided attention.

Chapter 362: Dean Veyra Kyrelle 2

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