Like a beacon, the Sun rose, and with it, came peace.
Its crimson tendrils stretched across the heavy, blue clouds.
An anchor of something warm suffusing through the air, and wrapping around the students who littered the streets of Lumbrica.
Its pristine walls of marble and stone, and the neat roads that lay ahead of them were quickly bathed in the radiance blessed upon it.
The buildings stood tall.
Long shadows cast over their heads while they stood in silence.
Observing the world continues like nothing ever happened.
A few moments ago, chaos had played a heavy hand on them.
Ripping them from a reality that was once thought safe.
Homeric Academy had stood for more than just a learning institute. For some, it had been their home.
A Home that was now gone.
It was an undeniable fact. One that had been thrown at them without warning.
Some students sat on the ground in either groups or by themselves.
