The autumn morning in Ichrite, with last night's storm gradually fading away, the dawn curtain was slowly rising on the horizon.
City buildings were draped with beads of post-rain water, which, under the sun's reflection, transformed into countless glittering jewels.
The sunlight slanted onto the red brick teaching building of Ichrite Academy, the edge of the light seemed particularly warm.
"It's still an easy life here at Ichrite Academy."
A young man in a black classic suit, with a slightly tired face, a cup of coffee and a morning newspaper in his hand, walked along the campus boulevard.
He seemed harmless, with no magical fluctuations emanating from his body. Yet the Cross of Holy Radiance on his suit buttons and collar could be an obvious clue to any resident of his high-ranking position within the clergy.
