Kael stepped through the portal with firm strides, ignoring the looks of shock, envy, and fear burning behind him. The sound of his boots echoed against the polished stone floor as he crossed the main entrance of Azalith Academy.
As he passed through the grand iron gate adorned with arcane symbols, the vision before him unfolded into something truly magnificent.
Azalith was not just an academy; it was an empire of knowledge and power. The campus stretched over a vast area, filled with towering buildings of white marble and gold, magical observatory towers, training arenas, and a massive library in the background, its gleaming dome reflecting the stars even during the day.
The corridors buzzed with students of different ages and backgrounds, clad in robes or armor that signified their houses and specializations. Some were young nobles seeking knowledge, while others exuded an aura of power and experience, likely veterans of the academy.
Kael smirked.
