As they turned a corner past the fountain plaza, the vibrant energy of the club area hit them like a wave.
Dozens of stalls had been set up along the grand open corridor, each decorated with vibrant colors, magical ornaments, and floating sigils advertising their specialties. Enthusiastic seniors called out to students walking by.
"Join the Elemental Combat Society! Learn to wield elements like a war mage!"
"Our Spirit Beast Taming Club is still accepting Tier 3 affinity students!"
"Alchemy Pavilion is offering starter kits to new alchemy apprentices!"
From the more eccentric side, Orion also spotted a tent labeled "The Cult of the Arcane Duck"… He wisely avoided it.
Some clubs were more discreet but clearly prestigious—like one under a golden canopy with a sign in calligraphy: Heirloom Profession Guild – Runes, Arrays, Formations.
"Wow…" Orion muttered, eyes wandering across the booths. "This place really is something."
