The days following the treaty were unlike anything the Shadow Kingdom had known before.
The skies were no longer silent. Trade birds, message wyverns, and gliding constructs circled the spires of the Academy like moths to a flame. From the upper terraces, the Academy's architects watched the influx from above. From below, the people looked upward and wondered if the sun had been replaced by a citadel.
The Academy's outer shell had been finished, its floating wings gleaming with runed stone and reinforced shadowglass. But the true work had just begun.
