The silver waters settled behind King as he stepped onto the path leading to Ephelias Magi-Academy. Above him, spires of teal color twisted toward a permanently twilight sky, defying gravity and conventional architecture.
Floating lanterns drifted through the air in lazy spirals, pulsing with slow, rhythmic light that cast dancing shadows across the stone pathway.
King walked forward, taking in the surreal environment. The academy existed in its own pocket of reality, a space where the normal rules didn't quite apply.
The sky never fully darkened or brightened, locked in perpetual dusk. The air hummed with ambient mana, thick enough that King could feel it pressing against his skin.
