Zoravec stood in front of the grand entrance of the academy, his gaze fixed on the imposing facade that held a wealth of memories within its ancient walls. The morning sun cast a warm glow on the intricate stonework, painting the scene with a sense of renewed possibility.
As he stood there, lost in thought, he felt a presence approaching from behind. "Enjoying the view, Zoravec?" a familiar voice rang out, and he turned to see Blake approaching with an easy smile.
Zoravec's lips curled into a half-smile in response. "I suppose I am," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It's hard to believe how far we have come and got selected." Though Zoravec totally had other plans for joining the academy which differed a lot from Blake's.
Blake stepped up beside him, his eyes also fixed on the academy. "Yeah," he agreed, his gaze reflective. "From the moment we stepped through those doors as trial students to now, standing here as part of the academy's selected faculty."
