Bordeaux Royal Drama Academy.
Margaret, dressed in a long robe woven of golden threads, descended the oak staircase slowly.
Trailing her was Amanda and several other female sorceresses.
Reserve female sorceresses.
Each of them could be considered dressed for a grand occasion, wearing bustier gowns of various colors, with a complex Array traced on the chest.
The amber necklaces around their necks dangled naturally, the amber pendants touching the center of the Arrays.
Click, click.
The surroundings were dim, with only the sound of Margaret's footsteps to be heard; everyone else was silent, closely following behind Margaret.
Down they went, layer by layer, as if the descent would never end.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Margaret finally halted, snapped her fingers lightly, and torches along the walls ignited, blossoming into golden flames.
