Stepping out of the stark whiteness of the third floor of Tower of trials, Noah was greeted by a sight that stole his breath away. Night had descended upon the academy, transforming the familiar grounds into a breathtaking spectacle. A velvet cloak of darkness stretched across the vast expanse of the sky, dusted with a million twinkling diamonds – the stars. They glittered like scattered fireflies, their brilliance undimmed by the faint glow of lanterns illuminating the academy paths.
The full moon, a luminous pearl suspended in the inky canvas, bathed the landscape in a soft, silvery light. It cast long, ethereal shadows that danced across the manicured lawns and kissed the ancient buildings with an ethereal glow. The air, cool and crisp, carried the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine, a delightful contrast to the sterile emptiness of the Tower.