Back in the Eternal Earth, in the place where sky-high spires of silver stone touched clouds tinged with faint Magic light, Arty followed quietly beside Archmage Sylmira.
They entered the grand gates of Virelys Academy, the largest and most prestigious Magic school in the kingdom. It was a place most Mages dreamed of stepping foot in even once, let alone training under the Archmage herself and the famous teachers here.
The Academy grounds buzzed with students in robes of varying colors, signifying their elemental affinities and ranks. But as soon as Sylmira entered, everything slowed.
Their voices hushed and their heads turned.
And then, all eyes locked on Arty, the young girl walking beside the Archmage, dressed plainly not even wearing a student's robe.
Confusion mixed with curiosity. Why was the Archmage personally escorting a girl that looked so… ordinary? Who is this girl?
