Professor Trebla Drallab

Eight years later.

Faculty of Arts and Science,

Elysium University.

Elysium University, perched precariously on the edge of the city like a fortress at the edge of civilization, was the oldest university in the region. Its weathered walls stood strong, whispering stories of generations past. Nestled among trees and dense greenery that whispered stories of centuries past.

Kaleidoscope of colours illuminated the corridors, sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Distant murmurs of lectures echoed down the hallways.

A young woman, with the tapping of her shoes echoing in the space, strode briskly. Her luscious brown hair, a cascade of loose waves, bounced with each step. Despite a hint of nervous energy, her bright eyes suggested a passionate student determined for her first class of the semester. Her lips murmured numbers and alphabets while her gaze darted across the signage of the heavy doors.