A few days later…
Eight young students assembled in front of the academy gates, all bringing their own equipment and instruments with them. They looked at the familiar majestic facade of the Farauld Magic institute, they all wore nostalgic yet strained expressions.
They seemed to have taken pride in the fact that they were wearing the same uniform as the other, however, there was an obvious sadness in their eyes.
"We came back… surprisingly…" One of them, a youth with a tall build yet a docile expression mumbled to his companions.
They were once deemed students by the institute, but because of the sudden decline of their own departments, the school had no choice but to completely abolish their department.
