Noah appeared on the roof of the tallest tower and stayed low, one knee against the stone, looking down at what he had done.
The academy spread below him in various stages of reconstruction.
Earth and stone mages moved through the grounds in small teams, their work visible from this height as a slow, methodical erasure of the damage.
New walls were rising where old ones had stood, and rubble was being cleared and carted away, scaffolding climbing the faces of buildings that had survived the night but only barely.
The central area where the faculty building had been was the most changed.
The dragon monolith sat there like something that had always been there and was simply waiting for everyone to acknowledge it, ringed by guards stationed at close intervals.
The entire structure was layered with wards that Noah could feel from where he was, the defenses dense and carefully constructed, drawing heavily on the academy's remaining defensive capacity.
