'Oh well, we are in the sa school so I will surely know who she is' Kaelen thought as he went into the sa room the girl walked out from.
The room was bright, even lighting illuminated the room, and the floors were covered with durable, non-slip tiles. A large mirror spanned one wall, allowing students to check their appearance.
Adjacent to the main area were private cubicles with curtains, offering a bit of privacy for those changing. The atmosphere was clean and orderly, with a faint scent of fresh laundry lingering in the air.
But Kaelen wasn't in the mood to appreciate the room he was in as he quickly changed into the internal students uniform.
"Hmm, not bad" Kaelen muttered in a satisfactory tone while he observed himself in the uniform.
The crisp white shirt fit him well, buttoned up neatly under a dark blue tie. Over the shirt, he wore a tailored black blazer adorned with the academy's silver crest on the left breast, signifying his new status. His black trousers were sharply pressed, falling cleanly over polished black shoes.
The dark blue and black color sche contrasted with his dark ash-colored hair and dark eyes, highlighting his serious and focused deanor.
Knock! Knock!
But while Kaelen was still observing himself in the new uniform, a knock from outside the room suddenly ca in which stunned Kaelen montarily.
"Co in" not wasting any more ti, Kaelen spoke up as he adjusted his blade of eternity scabbard on his waste.
"Sorry for the disturbance Mr. Kaelen but there is sothing urgent you need to know" Everlyn who apparently was the one that was knocking on the door quickly said with a calm smile on her face.
"And what is that?" Kaelen asked with a confused look on his face.
"There is an introductory class for all new internal students which is about to start in the next 5 minutes at one of the academy's lecture halls" Everlyn quickly answered.
But when Kaelen heard what she said, his expression changed as he quickly asked in a hurried tone.
"What? Do you know the exact lecture hall the class is going to take place?"
"I do, here is a guide that will lead you to the lecture hall. I always have this kind of stuff for the new internal students who gets lost trying to find the lecture hall" Everlyn answered with a soft chuckle while she brought out a simple looking pamphlet out from her strange looking pounch which is hung on her waste.
But Kaelen didn't seem to be in the mood to have a conversation with her as he quickly took hold of the pamphlet and said.
"Ok, thank you for the help"
"It's my pleasure Mr. Kaelen" Everlyn replied as she watched Kaelen dashed out of the room and eventually out of her sight.
'Seems like this one might be different' Everlyn suddenly thought as she still kept her calm and friendly smile on her face while she went back to the counter she belonged.
As for Kaelen, he is currently out of the orientation building as he could be seen dashing towards a particular area in the academy.
As Kaelen wandered through the internal region of Pace Setter Academy, his eyes wide with curiosity and anticipation. The sun cast a golden hue over the sprawling campus, highlighting the blend of ancient architecture and modern design that defined the academy.
At the heart of the internal region lay the Academic Quadrangle, a vast open space surrounded by majestic buildings. The quadrangle was a ticulously maintained lawn, crisscrossed by cobblestone paths. Tall, ancient trees provided ample shade, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
Students hurried along the pathways, so engaged in animated discussions, others lost in thought, their robes fluttering behind them.
Kaelen's destination was one of the main lecture halls, but finding it amidst the grandeur was a challenge. The buildings around the quadrangle were imposing, with tall columns and intricate stone carvings adorning their facades. Each structure had its own unique charm, from the ivy-clad walls of the library to the grand arches of the administrative building.
Gargoyles and statues of legendary magicians stood as silent sentinels, their stone gazes imparting a sense of tiless wisdom.
He walked beneath a series of arches that connected different parts of the campus, their stone surfaces cool to the touch. The arches were adorned with inscriptions in ancient languages, glowing faintly with magical energy. These pathways were alive with the buzz of student life, as groups of friends chatted, and professors strode purposefully to their next class.
Passing through a small garden, Kaelen paused to admire the well-tended flower beds and the serene fountains that bubbled softly. The garden was a tranquil oasis, offering a mont of peace amidst the bustling campus. Benches lined the pathways, inviting students to sit and study or simply enjoy the beauty of their surroundings.
'That must be it'
Finally, Kaelen spotted the lecture halls while he thought. These buildings were slightly more modern in design, with large windows that allowed natural light to flood the interiors. The main lecture hall, a grand edifice with a high-dod roof, stood at the center. Its entrance was marked by double doors of dark wood, intricately carved with scenes of historical battles and great discoveries.
Above the doors, a large clock ticked steadily, reminding students of the importance of ti.
As he entered the lecture hall, Kaelen was struck by its size and grandeur. Rows of wooden seats, polished to a shine, were arranged in tiers, each offering a clear view of the large blackboard and the professor's podium at the front. Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow over the room.
The walls were lined with shelves filled with books and scrolls, and large windows let in streams of sunlight, illuminating the space with a natural brilliance.
"Kaelen!! Over here!!"
But while Kaelen was trying to find a seat he could sit in, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from a fair distance away at a corner of the hall.
'Morris' Kaelen thought when he looked towards that direction and find out that it was Morris who was calling out to him.
"Kaelen?"
"Where is he?"
"Look over there"
"Why does he look different?"
"Why won't he look different? after the great transformation he has gone through these past few days, he think he will still be the sa?"
"Good point"
As soon as every student In the hall heard Morris shout Kaelen and also spotting him at the entrance of the hall, they quickly began a heated discussion amongst themselves.
But Kaelen didn't seem bothered by what they were doing as he started going towards where Morris is seated.
"When did you co back?" The mont Kaelen sat down at the empty seat beside Morris, the later quickly asked the forr with a curious look on his face.
"A few hours ago" Kaelen replied with a light smile on his face. But when Morris heard him, he quickly beca confused as he asked.
"A few hours? Where exactly did you go to that kept you for three days?"
"Settle down you optimistic brats!!"
But before Kaelen could give Morris an answer, a loud and overbearing voice suddenly sounded out in the whole hall as a man walked in.
This man is a towering figure, his presence commanding attention the mont he entered a room. Standing well over six feet tall, his broad shoulders and muscular build spoke of a lifeti of physical discipline and combat training.
His skin was weathered and tanned, marked by nurous scars that hinted at battles fought and won.Gorath's face was rugged and stern, with a square jaw and high cheekbones. His brow was often furrowed in a look of perpetual intensity, and his dark, deep-set eyes held a piercing gaze that seed to see straight through to a person's core.
A thick, grizzled beard covered his chin, flecked with streaks of grey that gave him a distinguished, almost savage appearance.His hair, once a deep black, was now a mix of dark and silver strands, kept short and practical.
Despite his brutish exterior, there was an air of intelligence and authority about him, reinforced by his confident bearing and the precise, asured way he moved.Professor Gorath's attire was as formidable as his appearance.
He favored dark, sturdy clothing suited for both the classroom and the battlefield. His black leather coat, worn over a simple tunic and trousers, bore the insignia of the Pace Setter Academy, along with several dals and badges from his past exploits.
Heavy boots completed his outfit, their soles making a solid thud with every step he took.In his hands, he often carried a massive to bound in rough leather, filled with notes on ancient spells and martial techniques. His voice, deep and gravelly, resonated with authority, cutting through the chatter of the lecture hall like a blade.
"Just in case you don't know why you are here. This class is an introductory class and I, Professor Gorath, will be taking you brats in the class" The brutish man said the mont he stood right in front of the class.
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