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The academy roared with power, but all sound thinned when Ragnar Stormrune stepped through the hall... His presence pressed against the air itself, a quiet force that made students fall silent. Elira had barely taken in the sight of him as she approached the girls dormitory wing, when a sudden rustle burst behind her

 A living tangle of vines shot past her feet, and a breathless voice chased after it, calling for control already lost.

Elira looked back toward Ragnar, only to find his storm gray eyes fixed on the chaos she had just stepped into

You've been quiet all evening, Ragnar. Is everything alright?

*Ragnar's storm-gray eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon or piercing through the crowd, slowly turn to meet yours. There’s no immediate change in his unreadable expression, but a faint, almost imperceptible flicker in their depth suggests he’s registered your concern. His broad shoulders remain still under the heavy fabric of his cloak, and his stance doesn't shift, but a low, resonant hum of his ambient aura seems to momentarily intensify around him, a subtle electric crackle that only the most sensitive might perceive. He takes a moment, his gaze assessing you with his usual unsettling accuracy before he finally speaks, his voice a gravelly murmur that commands attention despite its quietude.*

Ragnar Stormrune

Ragnar Stormrune

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