The morning of the ceremony arrived beneath a clear, open sky, the kind of calm weather that made the academy grounds look ceremonial even before the event itself had begun. Sunlight spilled gently over the stone towers and training fields, bathing the sprawling campus in warm golden light. Long beams stretched across the courtyards and pathways as students steadily began making their way toward the center of the academy.
The Beacon Hall.
The massive structure stood at the very heart of the academy grounds like a monument carved from history itself. Its towering stone pillars rose high into the air, each one engraved with the crests of graduates who had gone on to shape the kingdoms of Amthar.
Banners hung between the columns, their fabric shifting gently with the morning breeze. The colors of the academy rippled proudly above the open plaza, adding a sense of quiet grandeur to the already impressive structure.
Inside, the hall had been decorated far more elaborately than usual.
