A Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 4
A wind blew through the mouth of the cave as Sylus and I stared off into the distance. The sun was nearly setting. Sylus seemed to preoccupy himself with the movements of the forest below, while I gazed at the Academy. The marble white spires were always breathtaking, no matter how many times I saw them; they glistened with the sun, brilliantly illuminating the horizon.
They were a technical marvel of grand proportions, they were massive, each the size of a small city unto itself, with the largest being the one the Armedon lived in. These great spires were built over the course of previous Armedon's lives, all in the name of providing a safe haven for mages everywhere. All races lived within the spires, Dragon, Elf, Orc, Human; even a few Dwarves roamed the halls of the spires.
The academy was the great melting pot of the Markos continent, all were welcomed here, nobody was prejudiced… well, they weren't supposed to be. We had rules against racism, defying them meant banishment;