In the heart of Protoss Royal Magic Academy, there also stood a cluster of dark, stone buildings.
Their steep and heavy walls traced the outlines of ancient art in the daylight.
Walking to the far end of the courtyard of the tallest building, a majestic gate towered in front, beyond which, through a long, ornate, and winding corridor, a massive meeting hall came into view.
This was a hall reflecting solemn power and the weight of history, converted from the ruins of an old congressional site. A massive glass dome overhead was etched with intricate murals, scattering natural light everywhere, like a galaxy descending upon the mortal world.
At this moment, this meeting room belonged to the students who ranked first in the academy.