Shadows of the Lost
One sweeping look told Z how much it extended to, literally, nothingness.
Squinting, Z saw the rows of trees, as huge as two giants combined; it’s the school’s forest, a place forbidden for anyone who was still unready of holding death’s hand.
Once they were at the center-part, or at least that’s what she thought, Z wheeled around. Her eyes landed at their dorm, and her jaw dropped. It looked so much like silver armor, with a sling at the back, and a crisscrossing sword. Surrounding this armor-like room, which Z still doubt to be their Quarter, were a dimensional mirror and a statue of two palms cupped together.
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