Hawk Hadrian flapped his wings as the sense of weightlessness washed over him. He looks down at the concrete buildings pressing against each other. Unlike in the lower districts, these ones don't look forced but as if they made the decision to.
There were two schools. Both were to the furthest west and east of each other.
To regular people, I wonder if these factions matter. Or if there's any difference.
They were more like opulent estates and not what Hadrian had imagined the schools to look like with only a few hundred students and staff.
Research on their own respective paths were hidden or non-existent while that of the other paths were put at the forefront.
If the schools were closer or the same institution, I could have infiltrated both at the same time.
Hadrian had thought.
Well, the books and knowledge he'd obtained were rather disappointing.
Higher ranked mages don't have to worry themselves with such magic schools.
