The knights carried Dila carefully through the grand entrance, their steps measured and respectful. She still lay on the velvet cloth-like stretcher, her silver hair spilling over the side, catching flickers of light from the chandeliers above. Her blue eyes, though calm on the outside, darted left and right as she tried to take in every detail of her new surroundings.
The academy's interior was breathtaking…. wide marble floors polished until they reflected the golden glow of lanterns, towering archways decorated with silver runes that shimmered faintly, and walls lined with portraits of past legends in elegant frames. Yet, what struck her most was not the beauty, but the people. Students passed by, glancing at her with wide eyes before quickly turning away, muttering among themselves as they walked off. None dared to come close.
