After an hour of travel, the carriage finally rolled to a stop. The gentle sway that had accompanied Ruvian throughout the journey vanished, replaced by an expectant atmosphere.
Ruvian slowly stepped out of the carriage. And the first thing that struck him was the sheer magnitude of the place.
Velthia Academy's gates towered before him, a colossus of black iron and ancient stone, its presence as heavy as the history it carried.
And then, the main gate of the academy came into view.
They loomed over the procession, an immense structure of magic reinforced stone, standing as both a threshold and a warning.
Above, an arch bore the academy's name in bold, silver lettering.
[Velthia Academy]
'I'm finally here…'
The academy itself stretched beyond the gate, its spires piercing the sky. And Ruvian wasn't alone in his arrival.
