At Sky City Academy, the main lecture hall was bathed in soft light filtering through the tall stained-glass windows. About thirty students, seated in semi-circular rows on light wooden benches, took notes with concentration. At the center of the platform, Amaera Castillon delivered her lecture in a calm and authoritative voice.
She stood straight, imposing despite her slender and elegant figure. Her long cyan hair cascaded in silky waves down to the small of her back. Her gray eyes, piercing and cold, swept across the room with an intensity that made anyone who dared hold her gaze too long look away.
The long mage robe she wore, a deep midnight blue embroidered with subtle silver patterns, clung perfectly to her form: the generous curve of her chest was hinted at beneath the fitted fabric at the bust, her defined waist emphasized the slenderness of her hips, and the flowing material slid over her long legs.
