The Academy had become a battlefield, but Kaelen Aldric Frost was not a soldier in the trenches. He was a general on a hill, watching the chaos below with eyes that missed nothing and revealed less.
From his vantage point in the northern delegation's quarters—a suite of rooms in the oldest tower, chosen for its strategic views of the Academy grounds—he observed the war for Rosalind Thorne unfold. He did not attend the council debates. He did not issue public statements. He did not, in any observable way, participate in the political maneuvering that consumed the institution.
He simply watched.
