Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the classroom, casting golden beams across rows of polished desks.
The lecture hall was vast and spacious. Its seats gradually rose toward the back, allowing every student a clear view of the front. Freshly admitted students filled the room, their voices laced with excitement and anticipation.
Standing before a wide chalkboard was Channing Oakley, who was in the middle of a history lecture.
"As I mentioned earlier," he began.
"Ice ruled Myrrandor for longer than memory itself. But even glaciers grow tired. When the frozen seas of the Pre-Epoch finally receded, they revealed a vast supercontinent that would one day bear the name Centerra. And upon its bare stone crawled the first stirrings of life."
Channing paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom. His lips curled into a smile, and he said:
"These were known as the First Races."
He pointed at the board behind him and continued.
