"We need to go down this hall and up the southern flight of stairs," Michael said, half-looking at the map within his violet emblem as he led Rudy from the great hall.
They were on their way to the first class of the academy year—Mana theory.
Eventually, the two boys managed to find the classroom without too much difficulty. Upon stepping through the old looking wooden doors, a large room stretched out in front of them.
To the left were stairs leading up to rows of long desks that spanned the width of the room—each one a level higher than the last, allowing for those in the back to still see the front of the class.
To the right was a desk and a large blackboard, likely the place where the teacher would conduct their lesson. There was some open space in the middle where they saw a few students chatting excitedly.
