On his way to class, Zephyr walked beneath long arching halls where morning light bled in through tall crystalline windows. The academy's vast corridors gleamed, lined with portraits of figures he didn't recognize—heroes, innovators, perhaps murderers polished by time. The echoes of boots and voices trailed from every direction, and the soft hum of hovering elevators added a futuristic tension to the antique grandeur of the building.
His path twisted once through an open courtyard where students in various uniforms moved in clusters, laughter and conversation weaving between the trimmed hedges and ornamental fountains. No one paid him much attention here. Or rather, they paid too much attention. He heard the murmurs again. That was fine.
When he finally arrived at the General Knowledge lecture hall, sealed his insulting mouth and kept his phone which had been his guide to the lecture hall.
