The beautiful morning of the Central Continent rose over Britannia while snow continued to fall gently from the pale sky.
The flakes drifted between the tall buildings of the Royal Academy, settling on rooftops, windows, railings, and the stone paths that connected the different Academy districts. The cold air carried the faint sounds of students moving through the residential areas as they prepared themselves for another day of the Grand First-Year Combat Festival.
In the First-Year Academy District, East Wing, within the House-sectioned residential area…
Ezra stood inside his room, looking at himself through the window.
He adjusted his black gloves first, pulling the fabric firmly around his fingers before checking his reflection one more time.
Then he put on his black coat.
After that, he wrapped a white scarf around his neck and adjusted it until it sat comfortably.
And then, his Space Bag was placed over his shoulder.
With everything he needed ready, Ezra left his room.
