"We need to go down this hall and up the southern flight of stairs," Michael said, glancing at the map within his violet emblem as he led Rudy through the great hall.
They were on their way to their first class of the academy year—Mana Theory.
After a moment, the two boys found the classroom without much trouble. Stepping through the weathered wooden doors, they entered a spacious room.
To the left, a set of stairs led up to rows of long desks that spanned the width of the room—each row positioned higher than the last, ensuring that even those seated at the back could see the front of the class.
To the right stood a desk and a large blackboard, likely where the teacher would conduct lessons. In the center of the room, a few students were already chatting excitedly.
