{Third Person}
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The bells of ESA tolled through the early dawn, their deep, harmonious chime rolling across the academy like the call of a great beast awakening.
The sound echoed from the white towers and glimmered off the glass domes, reaching into every dormitory, every courtyard, and every heart that had been waiting for this day.
Founders Day.
The moment every student of the Elite Supernatural Academy longed for—the day of honour, legacy, and triumph.
The entire school shimmered beneath layers of enchantment; silver-and-blue ribbons danced in the morning breeze, and moonstone lanterns floated like pale spirits above the courtyard.
Professors moved briskly, directing students to their formations, while musicians tuned their crystal harps near the royal pavilion.
Elira Shaw stood with her friends in the line of first-years, her ceremonial uniform pressed and gleaming.
