Chapter 92: Entrance
Orion lazily stretched inside the carriage, "Mmm, that’s for the better. I can’t wait to learn how to make affinity runes."
Edgar smiled and became silent as the carriage rolled forward through the streets of the Second Ring. Orion leaned his elbow against the window, resting his chin on his palm.
The early morning sunlight illuminated the silent capital. Outside, the streets gradually grew livelier.
Children played with their parents, while young adults, each dressed in their best attire, walked towards the grand path that led to Thunderhall Academy’s outer gate.
The towering walls of the Thunderpeak Royal Academy loomed in the distance, like a divine fortress watching over the capital.
From such a distance, it didn’t look like a simple academy. Instead, it looked like a floating war fortress housing some of the most elite soldiers of the kingdom.
Orion’s black eyes scanned the crowd in boredom. There were boys and girls with tightly clutched scrolls—probably commoners with how nervous they were behaving. Then there were the nobles, some exuding arrogance, some pride, some indifference; only a scant few were nervous among them. The funniest of them were the nobles who walked as if they owned the kingdom.
Carriages rolled past now and then, carrying high-ranking nobles or prodigies belonging to rich families. A few students looked up enviously as Orion’s carriage passed.
One boy in particular caught Orion’s eye—a scrawny kid with oversized robes tripping over his own boots, yet still trying to keep pace with a group of students walking ahead. Though they didn’t wait for him. But Orion felt something different from him.
’His affinity... it’s Tier 3?’ He tilted his head and thought in confusion. He was feeling something off about the boy, but he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. All he could tell was that the boy was more talented than the students around him.
He shook his head and chuckled softly, "Everyone’s walking in with dreams in their eyes. Some will rise. Some will be stepped on."