Night draped the Academy in velvet shadows, pierced only by the glow of ice-lanterns and the steady pulse of the Lightning Tower in the distance. In the Grand Hall, torches of frost and flame flickered side by side, casting dancing patterns on the vaulted ceiling. Students and professors alike gathered in silent anticipation. Tonight was not a lesson in runes or duels; tonight we would read the last letter Lilith Elzevara ever penned before she ascended into the First Flame—the letter she called her Legacy of Sparks.
Lilith's guidance had shaped every pivotal moment of our rebuilding: she urged Seraphina to forge the Frostbound Treaty, prodded Yuria toward the Lightning Tower, pushed me through the Origin Halo trial. Yet this final letter—sealed in molten-gold wax, etched with the Arcadian sigil and dampened in Lilith's own blood—had remained untouched. Its words, she promised, would light the path forward when all other guidance fell silent.
