Lyon
Academy and hidden talent. Golden hour at Aeterna Academy was always the busiest time. Students with high mana ranks celebrated the end of the semester noisily in the gardens, while the clanking of training swords could be heard from the main halls. But here, in the semi-basement of the abandoned building of the Faculty of Engineering, a different kind of silence reigned. It was thick, saturated with the smell of ozone, burnt oil and cold metal dust. A ray of the setting sun made its way through a narrow, dusty window, cutting through the twilight. The light fell on the figure of a young man with raven hair, who lay motionless, with his face buried in his crossed arms on the oak table. (At this moment we see the frame image_0.png). His name was Kayden. And for the entire Academy he was a ghost. A man without rank. A mistake by the admissions committee. Golden light outlined his peaceful face. In his sleep he looked neither weak nor afraid. It seemed that he had finally found peace in the only place he considered his own. Next to him, barely noticeable flickering in the sunset
About Lyon
Academy and hidden talent. Golden hour at Aeterna Academy was always the busiest time. Students with high mana ranks celebrated the end of the semester noisily in the gardens, while the clanking of training swords could be heard from the main halls. But here, in the semi-basement of the abandoned building of the Faculty of Engineering, a differ...Read more