Stepping away from the impending disaster at the front gates, Kurt wandered deeper into the academy grounds.
This was his very first time seeing the institution where Diana worked from up close, and he couldn't deny that the scale of the place was staggering. It felt fundamentally different from the rest of the gritty, medieval capital. It was youthful. It was beautiful.
The campus was a breathtaking fusion of classic Victorian prestige mixed with advanced magical science. Towering spires of dark, polished stone rose alongside elegant red-brick frontage.
Running like veins through the traditional masonry were glowing pipelines of copper and brass that hummed softly as they channeled refined liquid mana to power the campus.
Massive brass gears turned slowly within the clock towers, suspended in mid-air by localised gravity inversion runes rather than sort of mechanical axles.
