It didn't take long for the true disparity of the mortal world to manifest itself upon the stone architecture of the capital.
About an hour had quietly passed within the temporal flow of the mountain arrays, and almost everyone with a decent, stable talent and a properly reinforced foundation managed to successfully climb to the absolute top of the gravity-laden stairs and officially entered the majestic, white-fog-filled academy gates.
Those who were superficial, whose paths were inflated by trash pills or fragile pampering, were left weeping and broken upon the lower tiers, their names permanently erased from the registries of the elite.
Now, the surviving pool of several thousand young geniuses stood neatly assembled on a massive, continent-sized empty field carved from solid white spirit stone.
