The moment she entered, her eyes widened in awe.
The academy grounds stretched endlessly before her, towering buildings of marble and mana-infused glass, vast training fields where students sparred with glowing weapons, and gardens filled with vibrant flowers that pulsed faintly with energy.
Everywhere she looked, students moved with purpose.
Some practiced sword forms, their blades swinging through the air. Others chanted spells, weaving dazzling patterns of light and flame.
"My gods…" Myra murmured under her breath. "It's… beautiful."
Her gaze lingered on a group of first-year students practicing their sword techniques under the supervision of an instructor.
Their movements were sharp and disciplined.
For a fleeting moment, she imagined herself teaching here, passing on her own skills, learning from the humans she once feared.
(I hope he is here too) she thought.
