PREVIEW
... ing after the "Wedding Apocalypse" looked less like an academy campus and more like a post-apocalyptic theme park.
The once-proud Royal Magic Academy stood—or rather slumped—like a drunk noble with a hangover.
The central tower, which had survived demon invasions, dragon sieges, and one thousand years of magical storms, now tilted at a 37-degree angle, humming ominously as if daring gravity to finish the job.
The alchemy department? A black crater, bubbling like soup. A l ...
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