First War, Second Victory

On the night before the summit, the Academy held its breath in dread and anxiety.

Despite the preparations that had been made, the question of the uncertainty of what could happen still lingered in the air.

The Helm of Tyrants was the most feared trinket in the Academy, so it was kept safe in the Academy Head’s office, the safest place on the Academy grounds, second only to the Academy vault.

The uncertainty of the next day kept William in the middle of his office by 8 p.m., pacing a hole in the ground.

William walked to the northern end of his office, where the transparent glass wall was, and looked out of the window; the north side of the Academy was completely open to him.

Thoughts of what could happen the next day filled his mind.

He thought of thousands of scenarios in which they won and a million in which they lost.

His father had spoken to Zachary and him since they were teenagers about the Helm of Tyrants and its great power. In the wrong hands, the world as they know it
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