The entirety of Cartier, except the outskirts, was entirely under the Sacred Tree in the central area. Therefore, naturally, there wasn't much sunshine. It even felt a bit gloomy at times. But overall, there was no shortage of daylight for illumination.
The hall of the Blood Elf Magic Academy was even more so.
A half-egg shape, entirely sculpted from solid wood, with four sides featuring large oval windows to ensure lighting. There was no paint on the walls, maintaining the most original wooden surface, adorned everywhere with intricately carved murals. The content of those murals depicted the legendary stories of the Blood Elf Mages who graduated from here.
Angel glanced around, feeling both nervous and curious.
His gaze finally landed on a small, flattened part of the wall. Although Angel had never been here before, he could guess what the mural must have depicted.
Andrew.
