The morning sun bathed the stone corridors of the academy, reflecting faintly on the stained-glass windows that told stories of ancient heroes and legendary mages. The murmur of students echoed through the wide halls, each one rushing to their respective classes.
Kael walked calmly, hands in his pockets, observing the frantic flow of students running from one place to another. His new uniform seemed to carry a different weight—not just because of the change in attire, but because of the meaning it held. The black battle suit with golden details gave him a noble and intimidating appearance, while the dark red velvet cape swayed gently with the soft breeze passing through the stone archways.
"Seems like a busy day," he commented, his voice carrying a slight note of boredom as he watched a group of students struggle to cross the courtyard without tripping over their own capes.
