Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win

[Pandora Academy.]

[Velyrian’s Office.]

The light remained dim in the large room filled with different innovative things.

An elf with blonde hair cascading behind him, sat on a wheelchair staring blankly at the half-made staff in front of him.

The long desk was cluttered with old scrolls, broken crystal shards, metallic pieces, and blueprints with scribbled notes.

Velyrian didn’t move from his place.

His fingers rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, pale and unmoving.

The half-made staff on the table pulsed faintly, threads of magic twitching through its core, yet something about it remained incomplete.

.....It was broken.

Just like him.

’He was right.’