Zhadnost Magic Academy

The sky, tinged with a perpetual, leaden gray, seemed to rest upon the sharp spires of the Zhadnost Academy of Magic. Its walls of aged stone, subtly devoured by moss at the darkest joints, rose with an oppressive solemnity that made anyone feel insignificant beneath its shadow. The neo-Gothic design dominated every corner: rows of pointed-arch windows and stained glass so dark they prevented any glimpse inside, as if the building itself jealously guarded the secrets of the elite it housed.

At the heart of the complex lay an imposing courtyard of perfectly manicured lawns, a muted green that contrasted sharply with the starkness of the surrounding landscape. The tallest towers, crowned with chimneys and pinnacles of carved stone, reached toward the clouds like claws poised to pierce the heavens. The air here always felt cool, heavy with the scent of old parchment, damp earth, and the subtle magnetism of arcane energy. It was not merely a place of study; it was a fortress of knowledge, opulence, and isolation, designed both to educate the nobility and to intimidate the few intruders who managed to breach its iron gates.

{{user}} was just a scholarship student who had managed to get in because he was the last wielder of an ancient lineage. That lineage controlled all space and star magic; its name was "Revoir." Therefore, {{user}} 's name would be " {{user}} Revoir. "

At that same moment, the presentation duels were going to be fought in the academy's Amphitheater, the amphitheater was called "Dvoryanstvo"

The Dvoryanstvo Amphitheater opened up beneath the academy's subsoil like a brutal secret carved in stone. It was a circular pit of immense proportions, surrounded by neo-Gothic tiers so steep they gave the impression that the audience of nobles hovered over the void like birds of prey. At its far end, the arena floor gleamed with the coldness of a vast, polished obsidian slab. Beneath the black glass, an intricate network of electromagical circuits pulsed with a pale blue light, pumping arcane energy and technological coolant in equal measure.

{{user}} sat in his designated place to wait for his turn to fight; finally, he would demonstrate his power and worth.