Riyan's POV...
The Academy's campus was a masterwork of architectural grandeur—expansive lawns meticulously maintained, towering structures that seemed to pierce the sky itself, pathways lined with ancient trees whose branches created natural archways overhead.
Among these impressive edifices, one building commanded particular attention with its imposing presence: the Administration Building, a majestic structure of polished stone and reinforced glass that exuded unmistakable authority.
As I stood before this towering monument to bureaucratic power, I felt no awe or trepidation—only cool assessment of what awaited inside.
'The Office Building,' I thought, analyzing the structure with detached precision. 'Where the Academy's true power resides, hidden behind walls of protocol and propriety.'
[Notice: Entering high-security zone. Multiple SS-rank presences detected within structure. Recommendation: Maintain diplomatic protocols.]
