It was now noon.
The morning classes had concluded though Adam had completely missed his first one.
He didn't even know which class section he had been assigned to nor did he particularly care.
It was lunchtime.
And the vast cavernous cafeteria of the United Academy was bustling with activity. The majority of the student body from the newest wide-eyed first-years to the most seasoned and cynical fourth-years were gathered here.
Their voices were a low rumbling din that filled the grand hall. Others were scattered across the various training grounds relentlessly honing their skills.
The cafeteria much like the rest of the Academy was a microcosm of its rigid social structure. It was unofficially but strictly segregated.
The four powerful factions each had their own designated sections. They had large swathes of tables where their members ate together in exclusive well-defined territories. Their colored jackets a clear demarcation of allegiance.
