Selenne's cloak swayed with the shift of her stride as she led them forward, the sea of first-years flowing after her like a tide drawn toward the center spire.
The main lecture hall's great doors loomed ahead—arched silversteel frames inlaid with strips of crystal that pulsed faintly, as though acknowledging their approach. When they opened, it was not with the groan of hinges, but a soft glide, mana-fed and soundless.
Inside, the scale was even more staggering.
The central atrium rose several floors high, the ceiling a dome of etched glass that filtered sunlight into rippling patterns across polished marble. Wide corridors radiated outward like spokes, each marked with suspended glyph-plaques indicating the wings they led to.
Selenne slowed only slightly, enough for her voice to carry. "This hall will be your second home—if you are wise enough to use it well."
