After the long carriage ride, Azrael and Valerian never spoke to each other again, and Azrael didn't move due to how angry he was. He basically dissociated, just focusing on his own thoughts to calm himself down.
And before he even knew it, one of the fourth-year student knights knocked on their carriage window, informing them that they were almost there.
Azrael glanced up, momentarily shaken from his reverie. As he gazed out the window, his eyes widened in awe. Looming ahead was a colossal gate, even larger than the imposing gates guarding Luminara Academy.
'This is it.'
These gates shimmered with a golden brilliance, reflecting the sunlight in dazzling patterns that danced across their ornate surface. The intricate designs etched into the gold spoke of ancient magic and craftsmanship, exuding an aura of grandeur and splendor.
'Stellara.'
