Kael walked alongside the convoy, the afternoon sun casting its golden light over the horizon. His body was exhausted, but the anticipation burned like an unquenchable flame within him. The path up the hill seemed endless, but finally, as they reached the top, he saw something that made his breath catch for a moment.
"So this is it..." Kael murmured, unable to look away.
Azalith stretched out before him, grand and imposing. The city seemed to extend as far as the eye could see, with enormous walls gleaming in the sunlight, as if made of steel and silver. Watchtowers adorned the walls, and flags fluttered in the wind, bearing the symbol of Azalith: a sword crossed with a book, symbolizing strength and knowledge.
But it wasn't just the walls that impressed Kael. In the distance, at the heart of the city, stood the most majestic building he had ever seen: the Academy of Azalith.
