The artificial dawn of the Iron Citadel broke with a breathtaking display of cosmic light, and the towering violet ether-glass spires of the Winter Star Cosmic Academy caught the distant blue nebula's rays, refracting them into a brilliant kaleidoscope of color across the newly forged courtyards.
The sprawling educational facility looked exactly like a masterpiece pulled directly from a high-fantasy illustration, boasting elegant, soaring towers connected by sweeping bridges of polished pale Sylfen wood, and the air was filled with the deeply soothing fragrance of blooming night-flowers rather than the suffocating smog of the old regime. Thousands of young refugees and liberated citizens were currently gathered within the primary grand hall, their nervous whispers echoing softly against the flawlessly curved glass walls as they stared up at the raised obsidian dais where Kai and Yena stood waiting.
