Ten years passed swiftly, and finally, the Nolun No.147 Wizard Academy on the Elorcia Plane welcomed its historic opening day.
The academy's grand gates, forged from enchanted metal and star sand, towered into the clouds, exuding an aura of knowledge and power.
Jeming, along with several other wizards temporarily recruited to maintain order, quietly hovered in mid-air above the gates.
Below, a group of children arrived from all directions, lining up for admission.
They were filled with anticipation and wonder, representing the first seeds of hope for the Elorcia Plane.
However, seeing the rather sparse queue, Jeming couldn't help but shake his head inwardly and sigh softly.
"The numbers... are too few."
He roughly estimated that the total number of apprentices registering was probably less than three hundred.
Compared to the spectacle he witnessed on the Nolun13th Plane, where thousands of apprentices would contend to join each enrollment, it seemed rather deserted.
