The Grand Receiving Hall did not empty so much as disintegrate into a hundred panicked, whispering fragments. Nobles fled in clusters, their carriages clattering away from the Academy gates with unprecedented speed. The story they carried was no longer a juicy scandal; it was a contagion of fear. They had seen the darkness in Seraphina's eyes, heard the dissonant voice, and witnessed a possession in the heart of the Empire's seat of learning. The world had tilted on its axis, and their only thought was to put distance between themselves and the epicenter.
