The path he took this time led away from the library entirely and deeper into academy grounds where few students lingered.
On the way, his eyes caught sight of the overall architecture of the place. Even if Aren'd been here and thought that he was already used to it, seeing them never ceased to amaze him.
Unlike the polished marble and minimalistic approach of Imperial Mystic College, every building here felt…personal, ingrained in history. Each and every building was made with pure grain wood, carved intricately with details that might've been charms of good luck or protection from the spirits.
Regardless, the campus was massive, almost twice the size of his previous campus. Though even if they were different in scale, their organization structures were the same.
Aren looked down at the small badge already sewn into his uniform, a small purple gem shone brightly against the sun, a symbol of him being a member of the Amethyst School.
