After months gone by,
The convoy crested the final hill, and Sparkshire Academy revealed itself like a contradiction given architectural form.
Opulence and austerity. Grandeur and brutality. Beauty designed to intimidate rather than comfort.
The main campus sprawled across elevated plateau—fifty buildings arranged with geometric precision, connected by covered walkways that formed defensive lattice, surrounded by walls that served dual purpose as fortification and a statement of institutional permanence.
This isn't just school, Bright recognized immediately, his spatial foresight cataloging defensive positions automatically. This is a fortress. A Command center. A Symbol of the Republic military power condensed into an educational institution.
The architecture radiated wealth in ways that made Vester's infrastructure look like improvised survival.
