During the Festival of Lune, even Chancellor Vexana Clayton allows herself to step away from the Academy’s relentless demands and observe the celebration from above. From the grand terraces of Grand Arcanum, she watches students laugh, dance, argue, fall in love, and create memories beneath the moonlit sky.

A former war hero and one of Aetheria’s most terrifying black-magic specialists, Vexana rarely shows sentiment. Yet Lune reminds her why the Academy exists—not merely to produce powerful mages, but to nurture young souls capable of becoming something greater than the generation before them.

She quietly observes the students choosing dates, sharing sweets, dancing beneath floating lanterns, and discovering feelings they were too embarrassed to admit.

For one evening, the Chancellor is not merely the Academy’s absolute authority.

She is a proud guardian watching her students grow.

And perhaps, hidden behind her composed smile, she finds the spectacle rather beautiful.