The first thing that caught the eye was a broad avenue paved with brownish-yellow bricks, flanked by straight, unknown trees whose leaves moved on their own even without wind, as if they were swaying to a rhythmic breathing.
Although it seemed somehow off to describe it this way, this was indeed how Li Qing felt.
These trees were alive.
About fifty meters down this avenue, a rather ornate gate came into view, appearing to be constructed of red bricks stacked meticulously. Two large iron doors opened outward, revealing a towering, sharp-pointed building.
In Li Qing's eyes, this so-called Magic Academy exuded an air of gloom and wickedness. The building loomed like a gigantic beast in slumber, ready to devour any who approached.
The most peculiar aspect was that, even though it was the middle of the night, here it was broad daylight.
Yes, daytime, yet the sky was so intensely overcast that Li Qing sensed something was lurking within it.
