The academy stood like a carved monument of authority against the horizon, its vast structure rising in layered tiers of stone and steel. Spires of pale metal pierced the sky. From a distance, it looked like a magnificent fortress.
This was the Royal Academy of Primoria.
Built at the junction between the different regions of Earth's outer ring and the military districts, it was the central institution where every chosen heir, noble child, and gifted civilian with potential was shaped into something useful to the realm.
Massive gates of dark iron marked the entrance, each engraved with the emblem of Primoria: a crowned sun split by a rising blade. Beyond them stretched a wide ceremonial road lined with statues of past graduates, their faces weathered but proud, as if still watching the new arrivals pass judgment on them.
