At the front of the hall, the woman in white robes — Professor Aelira — stood before a floating sphere of translucent light. Her presence was magnetic. Every movement she made carried a rhythm that bent the air. Her voice was calm, but each word struck like thunder wrapped in silk.“The Flame of Primordial Chaos,” she began again, her gaze sweeping across the few gathered students. “The first breath that existed before existence itself.”Kirin leaned forward, his curiosity sparked. Around him, the students took notes with trembling pens. None of them dared speak.Aelira gestured toward the light orb hovering before her. Within it, motes of gold and black energy clashed and intertwined. “Before the birth of the realms,” she said softly, “there was only the Void — endless, thoughtless, cold. And within it burned the first light — the Flame. It was not fire as you know it, but a sentience. A will that sought meaning in emptiness.”Kirin felt a strange resonance as she spoke. That same en