Raviel stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his uniform which was midnight black in colour and faint silver threads were etched near its collar.
It fit him perfectly. Too perfectly, as before he came to his alloted dorm room, a set of four academy uniforms were already delivered in his room.
Even he had a hard time processing about their efficiency and services.
As he looked into the mirror.
His thoughts drifted back to yesterday.
He had spent hours walking— no, roaming around and still all he had managed to cover was barely one-fourth of the whole campus.
The campus wasn't just big, it was absurdly big. Like converting a small city into an institution. Overall the N.O.V.A academy was sprawled over an area of eight square kilometers— with the layout being divided into four cardinal directions.
