Kael stepped through the massive gates of Azalith Academy alongside Lyra and Reynald. The main building—a towering structure of crystal and stone—dominated the landscape. Hundreds of students in uniform moved through the corridors, some exchanging practice spells, others engrossed in ancient grimoires.
— "We're really here…" Lyra whispered, in awe.
A professor in a deep purple robe approached them.
— "Congratulations on your admission. I am Master Veldan, in charge of new students. You'll be assigned to classes based on your potential."
Kael felt a rush of excitement tinged with apprehension. He had proven he belonged, but he knew the real challenges were only beginning.
After the welcome ceremony, they were led to their dorms. Kael shared a room with Reynald and a quiet boy named Elias, who always seemed buried in a book.
— "First class is tomorrow. Better be ready, Kael," Reynald said with a provocative smirk.
Kael clenched his fists. He wasn't about to be left behind.
To be continued…