Author's Note: Do Not Unlock. Chapter Is Still Under Construction
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The first stop for all visitors was a location that held deep historical significance to Eryndor's founding. The atmosphere shifted as they were led through a towering archway into a large open space, surrounded by ancient stone walls and a colossal fence that enclosed an ever-burning greenish flame. The fire flickered hypnotically, casting an eerie glow on the faces of those watching. Even in broad daylight, the flame seemed to pull at the very magic around it, commanding attention.
One of the human instructors, an older gentleman with a commanding voice, stood before the flame. His silver robes fluttered gently in the breeze, and he raised his hand for silence, drawing all eyes toward him. The murmurs of conversation died down, and a hushed anticipation filled the air.
