Three years had passed since Tritus died. And only now had the second project Ning had worked hardest on finally been completed.
The academy stretched across a massive tract of land, with several large buildings connected by wide paths, enclosed training grounds, medical facilities, dormitories, research rooms, and enough open space that students with destructive abilities could practice without immediately putting everyone around them in danger. The outer walls were reinforced far beyond what an ordinary school would ever require, while layers of suppression technology were built into nearly every major section of the campus.
Glade Wells stood beside Ning with his hands behind his back, looking far more like a headmaster now than the reluctant noble Ning had first ordered into the position three years earlier. Keira Strait stood on the other side, watching several workers carry furniture into one of the administration buildings.
