The students of the Azure Wing spilled cautiously from the ship onto the vast landing platform, still humming with residual magic from the descent. Their feet touched the polished stone, smooth and warm underfoot, etched with runes that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Dragons perched along the edges watched silently, their massive heads turning in unison, wings folding with a grace that made even the largest of the ships seem delicate in comparison.
For a moment, no one moved. The platform was so vast, the architecture so monumental, that it seemed almost impossible. Towers spiraled toward the sky, carved with intricate dragons in flight, tails coiling around spires, wings stretched wide in mid-roar or mid-glide. Floating lights drifted lazily between buildings, casting shifting shadows across the landing platform. The air was alive with elemental energy, the scent of ozone, earth, and faint, floral sweetness mingling in ways that made every breath feel electric.
