The Tower of Magic stood as a testament to human ambition, its sleek metallic frame reinforced with layers of intricate mana circuits. It wasn't just old—it was a fusion of centuries of research and modern technology, a powerhouse of magical innovation.
As we entered through the main gates, the automatic security scanners whirred softly, running identification checks before letting us pass. The corridors were vast but efficient, with hovering drones carrying stacks of documents and enchanted screens displaying research schedules and conference announcements.
Professor Gravemore led the way with his usual no-nonsense demeanor, while Cecilia and Rose flanked me on either side, their expressions casual but observant.
The Junior Research Hall was already bustling with students from various academies, all preparing their materials. Some were deep in last-minute adjustments, others reviewing their presentations with professors.
As soon as we stepped in, I felt a shift.
