The gates of Zenith Academy loomed high, shimmering with intricate runes and the legacy of centuries.
As the sun cast golden rays over the academy grounds, a tide of candidates flooded in through the colossal entrance.
Hundreds, no, thousands of aspiring elites had gathered here from every corner of the world for one goal—the Zenith Academy Entrance Examination.
A loud voice echoed across the open field from hovering speakers attached to flying golems.
"All candidates, please proceed to registration and head to the Main Auditorium. You will receive further instructions there."
All the candidates after registering were instructed by the staff to head towards the grand auditorium.
Amidst the crowd was a certain silver-haired boy, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
Alex Dragonheart stared in awe at the sprawling architecture of the Zenith Academy. The floating towers, the gravity-defying waterfalls, and the sheer magic density in the air—it was breathtaking.
