The first thing that caught the eye was a wide avenue paved with ochre bricks, lined with towering, unnamed trees. Their leaves moved despite the absence of wind, as if they were swaying to a rhythmic breath.
It might seem like an odd description, but that was the impression Li Qing got.
These trees were alive.
About fifty meters down this avenue stood an elaborate gateway. At a glance, it seemed to be constructed from red bricks meticulously stacked, with two large iron gates swung open, and a towering, spire-like building loomed into view.
To Li Qing, the whole Magic Academy exuded gloom and malevolence, like a massive beast lurking in wait, ready to devour.
Most strikingly, although it was clearly midnight, here it appeared to be daytime.
Yes, it was daytime, though the sky was oppressively dark, and Li Qing felt it concealed something within its depths.
"Is this the legendary Gray Magic Academy?"
A sharp and excited voice from beside him snapped Li Qing back to attention.
