"Everybody come this way!" I hear a teacher shout from beside us.
We were all on a giant stone wall that overlooks a dark dirt battlefield. There were still rusting armor and rusting weapons poking out of the ground. Dark stains could be seen seeping into the dirt resembling dried blood.
Some of the students cringed and grimaced at the sight but continued down the wall where we saw the rest of the students that had been called. We walked down a spiral staircase and then onto an open grass field with a small town behind it… well it was small compared to New York.
It was bigger than most suburban cities but the houses were a bit smaller than the normal ones. In New York, it's rare to see an actual house because they are extremely expensive and are usually towards the outskirts of the rich New York area.
But when there were houses in the rich New York area, they were massive and grand. Probably as big as the auction house that I sold the power stone at.
