The Tower of Magic loomed in the distance as we checked into our hotel. It wasn't just tall; it was overwhelming, a colossal needle threading through the heavens, its silhouette marked by a faint shimmer of magic that cloaked its top floors. Even from here, the sheer scale of it made me pause, taking a moment to marvel at the work of thousands who had built and maintained this monument to human ambition.
Inside the hotel, however, the atmosphere was far less intimidating—plush carpets muffled footsteps, crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow, and attendants moved with the precision of well-practiced spells. Mythos Academy spared no expense when it came to accommodations, but that wasn't surprising. After all, we were here as representatives, and even first-year representatives were expected to keep up appearances.
