Lyra felt an excited energy running through her veins as she, Victor, and Violet made their way across the sprawling campus. The early morning sun bathed the grounds in golden light, and a crisp breeze rustled the leaves of the tall, ancient trees that dotted the pathways.
Students around them moved in groups or alone, their uniforms identifying them as either regular or advanced students. Lyra's own red uniform stood out, the color designating her as an advanced student. The vibrant fabric fit snugly, accentuating her tall, athletic frame, and the cloak she wore billowed slightly as they walked, giving her an air of confidence and determination.
Beside her, Victor walked with a calm demeanor, his eyes scanning the surroundings. His red uniform matched Lyra's, but his stature gave it a different, more refined look.
