The dome was massive, so massive, in fact, that some of the students craned their necks just to try and see the top of it, only to go dizzy and nearly fall backward.
It was like stepping into the belly of a sleeping god, with the stone ribs of its arched walls etched with glowing runes that shifted colors gently like slow-breathing embers.
The walls curved inward and upward, spiraling toward a glowing central orb that hovered mid-air at the very top, casting down light like a miniature sun.
Rows upon rows of cushioned seats stretched out in circles around a central platform that was shaped like a flower's core; five sleek silver petals where the academy officials would soon appear.
Creed strolled inside with an easy gait, hands in his pockets, golden hair glinting under the strange radiant light, while Pascal darted in beside him like an overexcited child at a fireworks festival.
