[Euphoria—]
The magical airship coach descended through silver clouds like a drifting titan of the skies. Its metal hull shimmered with enchanted sigils, glowing faintly against the dim horizon.
Majestic yet strangely ominous, the vessel landed with a deep, metallic groan— the kind that felt ancient, like something that had lived long enough to hold memories.
For seven hours, the students of Monster Academy had flown in restless anticipation, eager to reach the legendary city of Galveston—a place of magic, history, and the upcoming Trials.
Excitement had thrummed through the airship like constant electricity. Laughter, whispered plans, banter about battle formations, it had all made the long journey feel like a beginning.
But as the floating gangway descended, and the heavy doors opened, and the mood shifted.
The smell came first— a strange sweetness mixed with earth. Flowers. Lots of them. Too many. The air tasted like nectar and shadows.
