Students were evacuated from the west wing of the Umbara academy after the explosion. It was where his lab was. Azar was among the last to arrive on the scene because he was fast asleep and dead to the world. The Pureblood stood behind rows of others gazing at what was left of his lab and personal quarters. This was a deliberate attempt on his life, and his precious items for alchemy were either stolen or destroyed. It was not surprising that Azar had enemies within or outside of the Order, but such a brazen hit was noteworthy.
His tousled hair cascaded down his back and he was adorned in silk robes and what appeared to be fuzzy slippers. Azar stifled a yawn as a few students expressed genuine concern. Dalon was practically in tears.
“Are you okay?!” He sniffled, “I thought..I thought..oh gods!” He burst into tears, grabbing a passing acolyte to blow his nose into the kid’s robe sleeve. Dalon shoved the acolyte away before looking at Azar again, “Darth Arcanos, the thought of anything happening to you-”
“Get a grip, Master Dalon,” Azar said coolly, “I want an assessment of the damage and inventory of what’s missing or destroyed matched up against my alchemy list.”
To say that Azar was in a foul mood was an understatement. He stepped closer to where the fires were, a casual wave of his hand dispersing the smoke at once. Azar needed a clue or trail of some sort to track down who did this. And make them suffer.