Morning sun casts majestic glow beneath it, showering the academy with bright sunlight, and emblazoning the towering spires and ancient stone walls that had stood for centuries with golden lights.
A fresh breeze passed across the courtyards, causing the countless banners bearing the academy's crest to flutter slightly.
Such fine weather perfectly contradicts the institution's current state.
The war between the Red Tyrant Clan and the Blue Serpent Clan continued without end.
What had started as a dispute between two powerful student organizations had evolved into a conflict that engulfed nearly the entire academy. One after another, lower ranked clans abandoned their neutrality and pledged allegiance to one side. Those who refused to choose often found themselves caught in the crossfire.
The academy had become a battlefield divided into territories.
