The Ascendance Academy of Midgard stood at the heart of a vast valley, ringed by mountains that rose like solemn sentinels. Their slopes were draped in forests woven from every shade of green imaginable… deep pine, vivid emerald, and flashes of bright new growth that caught the light like fire brought to leaf. The trees climbed until they blurred into the mist-wreathed summits, where jagged peaks kissed the endless sky. The air itself carried a sharp, untamed freshness, laced with the resin of pine, the sweetness of blooming flowers, and a faint metallic tang, as though the land's very roots whispered of hidden mineral magic.
