The welcoming words of Arannis Larethian was like a gate that the various students of differing races stood before. The murmurs of Humans and Elves alike stilled under his gaze. He was not loud, he was not aggressive, and yet, his authority was a mountain no one could casually climb.
With a graceful sweep of his arm, he gestured towards the yawning gates of blackened steel and stone, "Follow quickly, The Demon Capital is not kind to those who linger."
The Demon guards, armored in plates of obsidian metal veined with glowing red runes, stepped aside in perfect synchronization. Their eyes followed every Human and Elf that crossed the threshold intensely.
The various Elven & Human students moved in their own individual groups, still stealing glances of each-other as they followed Arannis.
Nocturna was just as Albedo remembered it, a magnificent city filled with immense luxury. High-rise towers lined with arcane constructs that perpetually shifted on their own accord.
