The causeway that led to the academy was wider than the others in the middle tier of the clan, its stone surface was smoother, darker, and lined with evenly spaced lantern pillars whose smokeless flames burned in a steady amber hue.
The usual noise of the ravine city-the clashing of steel, the distant hum of formations, the chatter of several clan members, and the loud whistle of the wind-faded with every step Simon took toward the entrance of the academy, as though the very air had decided that sound was no longer welcome.
As Simon approached the entrance of the academy, he saw some of his classmates standing in silence.
He narrowed his eyes as he ran, then he saw that an instructor was standing in front of them with his arms behind his back.
'Seems I barely made it in time... Sigh... And I thought I'd be able to get here a lot faster.'
Simon inwardly sighed, then he slowly came to a stop behind his classmates.
