Academy of Mera(2)

The academy appeared ahead, an architectural marvel of gothic grandeur. Towering blocks of dark stone stretched toward the sky, their peaks vanishing into wisps of enchanted mist.

Arched windows, tall and narrow, displayed stained glass depictions of legendary warriors and scholars.

Enchanted lanterns lined the outer walls, glowing with an eternal blue light—never flickering, never dimming—illuminating the massive, iron-wrought gates standing like silent sentinels before the main entrance.

Arthur had prepared for many things. The sheer number of applicants was not one of them.

The streets were flooded.

Two entire streets were packed with young teenagers eager to apply, their voices a chaotic symphony of nerves and excitement.

The line stretched endlessly, expanding through the outer gates of the academy and spilling down the roads like a river of restless energy.