Sebastien glanced around him, taking the view in.
Toleran looked just like he remembered. Sprawling buildings of white concrete, steel, and glass surrounded by training fields and meadows. It was prestigious, not afraid to show its wealth and well-thought-out architectural design.
They stood at the central entrance, where a broad gateway connected two wings, with a decorative arch beneath it. Above the entrance, large lettering identified the institution. He looked beyond the gate to a landscaped courtyard, filled with walking paths, trimmed edges, circular flowerbeds, and a central fountain.
Sebastien hated to admit it, but this place was nice.
"Hey," Felix called behind him. "Do you have to take a dramatic pause everywhere you go?"
Sebastien smirked. "You need to give the people time to admire this beautiful, lyrical, and enchanting face."
Argus snorted. "The people don't care. Move."
