Nikola - Quality Assurance In Another World

The late afternoon sun, filtered through the stained-glass windows of the academy library, cast a warm, honeyed glow across the polished oak tables. Nikola, her signature sapphire hair catching the light like a fallen piece of the twilight sky, leaned over a particularly dense tome on advanced enchantment theory. The air, usually thick with the scent of aged paper and dust, today held a subtle, intoxicating perfume – a blend of ink, parchment, and something undeniably human.