The walk felt endless, every step dragging on as if the Academy itself wanted to test their endurance before allowing them inside. But when the main campus finally came into view, a hushed awe rippled through the group.
Here was the Academy, not just a school, but a place that looked alive, as though it had been waiting centuries for them.
The dormitories were the first stop. Each room could house three students comfortably, with polished wooden floors, sturdy wardrobes, and clean linen folded neatly upon the beds.
The air smelled faintly of lavender, as though someone had taken pains to welcome them.
It wasn't luxurious as there were no golden trimmings or velvet curtains, but the stone walls held warmth, and every item inside spoke of craftsmanship. It was enough to make sure these students felt both secure and respected.
Beyond the dorms stretched long avenues lined with towering trees.
