The moment Kranos stepped into the courtyard behind the Array Elder, he was greeted by the low hum of spiritual energy humming through the air.
Thin, faintly glowing inscriptions lined the stone pillars and tiled floor, forming a complex formation beneath his feet.
The building itself was circular and open-roofed, allowing light from the amber sun to stream in like golden threads weaving across the arcane symbols.
Four disciples turned at once, their golden eyes landing on the human boy walking beside their master. Each pair held a different emotion—disdain, curiosity, amusement, and wariness.
The Array Elder who looked like a stern elf with long pale green hair tied behind his back and silver robes trimmed with glyphs, said nothing at first.
He walked forward to a low stone platform, where a large formation diagram was engraved. With a flick of his hand, the lines lit up in shimmering blue light.
