Walls, Gates, High buildings, corridors, walkways, arches, fountains, uniforms, books, seniors, noise or eledance. These were the thoughts Aramith and Mozrael had in mind.
This is what they would see at the academy. And maybe Lynnor would be there as she said.
But on the other side of the portal, the atmosphere was totally different.
It was a large camping ground, looking nothing more than an army of random people preparing for battle.
The only difference was the way most of them looked young.
The moment they stepped forward, the place became utterly silent, and everyone turned to look at them. All these had come to the academy from different locations.
Some were eating, others were sharpening weapons, some were checking their belongings, and some were even sleeping in their tents. But those who looked at them did so with calculating gazes. A few even had a predatory look in their eyes.
The diversity struck them odd.
