At the break of dawn, before the Academy stirred to life, Riven rose and set off toward the Necromancy Temple.
The halls were silent, the sky still bathed in pre-dawn darkness as he moved with purpose. Nyx had already melted into his shadow, her presence a quiet, unseen force at his side.
Reaching Elara's office, he pressed his pendant against the cold stone wall. The runes embedded within the surface flickered to life, responding to his touch.
Without hesitation, Riven stepped forward—vanishing through the teleportation gate as the shadows swallowed him whole.
Darkness folded around Riven, twisting and warping as the teleportation gate pulled him through the abyss. In the span of a single breath, the sensation of weightlessness ended, and solid ground met his boots once more.
He stepped forward into the Necromancy Temple.
