Raven, Pandra and I were led all the way from the courtyard into the heart of Waurweth Academy.
As we walked, Elysia's voice rang with pride.
"Waurweth Academy was founded over seven centuries ago. This institution has forged kings, generals, high mages, and scholars."
We turned a corner and found ourselves in the main square, bustling with activity.
As we walked, students clad in the academy's signature uniforms—deep red robes with golden trim, fastened by engraved clasps bearing the Waurweth crest—moved through the halls in clusters.
Some carried stacks of spellbooks while others practiced levitation charms on floating objects.
A group nearby sparred with controlled bursts of elemental magic. I couldn't help but stare in admiration. The sheer scale of the academy was breathtaking.
"Look at this place," Raven muttered. "It's so beautiful here."
I had to agree. Everything about Waurweth academy was surreal.
