Chapter 15: Experiment
Faculty Quarters - Midnight.
The academy was quiet at this hour, the usual chatter of students and faculty replaced by the occasional echo of boots against stone. Perfect.
I stepped out of my quarters, carefully locking the door behind me. My newly acquired ingredients were tucked securely inside my coat. Now I just had to get to the alchemical lab without drawing attention.
Easier said than done.
I moved quickly, sticking to the less-traveled halls. Most of the faculty quarters were empty at night, but there were always a few wandering souls—late-working professors, night patrols, and the occasional student sneaking around. If anyone asked, I could just say I was taking a walk. Professors did that, right?
After a few turns and a short detour to avoid a group of first-years daring each other to sneak into the restricted archives, I reached my destination.
After a few turns and a short detour to avoid a group of first-years daring each other to sneak into the restricted areas, I reached my destination.
The alchemical lab was tucked away near the east wing, past a hallway that smelled faintly of herbs. The heavy wooden door had an old brass handle, its edges worn from years of use. A rune was etched into the wood—basic security, nothing complicated.
I placed my hand over it and channeled a small pulse of mana. The rune flickered before dimming, allowing the door to creak open.
Inside, rows of workbenches stretched across the room, cluttered with vials, beakers, and old alchemical texts. The scent of dried herbs and burnt reagents lingered in the air. A few unlit lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting long shadows as I stepped inside.
I moved toward an empty workbench near the back. It was far enough from the entrance that no one would notice me unless they were actively looking.