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The sky over Greybone Academy was always overcast, casting a pale light over the school grounds.
A gentle autumn breeze brushed by, stirring up a few black, withered leaves and adding a somber touch to the stillness of Greybone Academy.
Standing in the plaza before Greybone Academy were countless Wizard Apprentices, each of a different stature but all clothed in standard Wizard Robes. Many tightly gripped a Witch Tool or a high-powered offensive item. Some eyes revealed a bloodthirsty ferocity while others were filled with melancholy and panic.
Lucien stood at the very front of the Formal Wizards, looking down at the numerous Wizard Apprentices below with deep, impenetrable eyes.
Whoosh——
