Chapter 30: He’s a Genius
Chapter 30: He's a Genius
At the peak of the towering Imperial Arcane Citadel, where only the most accomplished Archmages and scholars of magic gathered, silence lingered over a long obsidian table.
Ten Archmages sat in their ornate seats, robes embroidered with ancient runes, expressions carved in stone.
At the center of the chamber stood Professor Meril Dathen, pink-haired, sharp-eyed, and visibly out of breath as she laid down a rolled paper onto the crystal-lit surface.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet," she said, voice trembling with suppressed excitement.
Archmage Voren, known for rejecting nearly every new magical theory in the past fifty years, raised a skeptical brow. "What is this about?"
"...A solution," Meril said, her voice steadying. "To the Hellflame Paradox."
A few murmurs.
"Impossible."
"We've seen countless attempts."
"The paradox is unsolvable by nature."