As the spacetime around him gradually returned to normal, Green and Thorne had already arrived at their destination: inside Celesternil Academy.
Looking at the castle complex towering thousands of meters around him, Green gazed upward, his pupils contracting slightly.
There wasn't a speck of dust on the ash-gray castles. They looked exceptionally clean, so much so that the entire complex seemed freshly built, brand-new. Every so often, a flash of silver light swept over them, clearing away any dust that settled on their walls.
"Every castle has this Cleansing Sorcery installed, and even the materials used to build them let elemental energy flow through them. They're really rolling in money!"
He immediately recalled the description of the Academy in the handbook.
Celesternil Academy was a vast complex of castles built on a plain. The Academy had constructed countless buildings aboveground, but the space it had carved out underground was even larger—and that didn't even include the Secret Realms built in the cracks between worlds.
The more Green thought about it, the more astonished he became.
"As expected of a mighty faction passed down from the Ancient Era. Its foundations are truly deep. Just these castles alone would require every faction on the East Coast to band together to match their scale." He sighed softly.
Green and Thorne's arrival on the teleportation array drew no one's attention. Thorne spread his force field again, causing the Wizards around them to overlook their presence.
Few Wizards liked to put themselves in the spotlight. Most preferred to quietly pursue their studies and stay out of everything else.
After the teleportation was complete, Thorne used his authority to reset the array's coordinates, then led Green to his office.
As they walked along the roads inside the Academy, Formal Wizards and Apprentices passed by Green from