The Academic District was less of a school and more of a monument to architectural hubris.
Kael walked behind Nyla, his neck craning to take in the sheer scale of the buildings.
Every structure was built from pristine white marble, veined with pulsing blue mana lines that acted as conductive circuitry for the entire district.
The main thoroughfare was wide enough to march an army through, lined with towering statues of past Headmasters and legendary heroes who looked down on the new students with stone-faced judgment.
The air buzzed—literally. The ambient mana density here was so high it made the hairs on Kael's arms stand up.
"Keep up," Nyla barked over her shoulder, cutting through the crowd of wide-eyed First Years like a shark moving through a school of fish. "If you stop to stare at every gargoyle, we'll be here until graduation."
Kael hurried to match her pace, dodging a group of students who were arguing about which element was superior.
