Gotham Magic Academy's main teaching building was a Gothic manor castle. The main castle occupied the left and rear sections, with a long row of Gothic spires. The Great Hall stood in front, while an arched corridor supported by pillars ran along the left side. Beyond the corridor lay a vast garden.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of Rodriguez Academy's Floating Spire overlooked the entire great garden. At sunrise, Schiller, standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Dean's office, saw three small figures carrying cleaning tools into the garden.
A cold rain had fallen all night, but the sweet rain only made the garden plants appear greener. Their rich hues resembled oil paint brushed across a canvas. When dewdrops fell from the tips of leaves, they reluctantly dragged out long green skirts filled with vibrant life, and when they hit the ground, the splashes bloomed like skirts spinning across a dance floor.
The damp, earthy air slipped into Barry's nose. He could not help taking a deep breath, his face turning blissful as he slowly exhaled, feeling as though both body and soul had been cleansed.
Little Bruce shot him a disdainful glance. With some effort, he carried the bucket full of cleaning tools forward at an unhurried pace.
Harley carried only two brooms. As she walked, she repeated what Kane had said earlier. "We're cleaning the greenhouse on the east side of the great garden. There aren't any fallen leaves this season, but there's rainwater that collected during yesterday's storm. We need to sweep all of it into the drains."
"Some plants that withered during experiments also need to be dug out of their pots and thrown away. The gardening tools in the storage room need washing too. Once we get there, don't provoke our Magical Botany professor, or she'll whip