Fwssh!
As the spatial light of the teleportation disc faded, Aestrea, Derek, and James appeared just outside the main gates of the once-silverleaf academy.
But the view that greeted them was… not what they expected.
"...The hell...?" James muttered, his eyes widening entirely.
Derek blinked slowly at the sight.
"Yup. That's an army. Right next to a school. Love that."
All around them were rows upon rows of silver-plated tents, command flags fluttering in the wind.
Soldiers, hundreds of them, marched, trained, sharpened weapons, or stood at post, clad in dark green armor lined with the silver emblem of Silverleaf.
Ballistas were mounted to the hilltops, and elemental artillery was prepped nearby, glowing ominously.
Even the academy in the distance, still partially under repair, looked dwarfed by the sheer size of the military camp surrounding it.
"…Why do I feel like we just walked into the beginning of a very dramatic story arc?" James whispered, elbowing Aestrea.
