Her name was Lysara.
She arrived under a black sun, riding a chained stormbeast.
She called herself the Sixth Professor.
And she claimed to be the one who forged the first Conclave.
"Nice entrance," Yuria muttered as lightning sparked behind her back.
Lysara dismounted and bowed to Lilith. "I've returned to teach what I should never have hidden."
Lilith didn't smile. "You were exiled."
"And yet here I am."
I stepped forward. "Why now?"
She smiled at me with teeth like polished bone. "Because the world you want to save... was mine before it was yours."
