The rhythmic, percussive thud of heavy stone meeting the earth echoed across the eastern wing of the Academy of Magical Arts.
It wasn't the delicate chiming of wind chimes or the soft crackle of elemental spells that usually filled the air. This was the sound of raw, unadulterated construction. Earth golems, guided by sweat-drenched artisan mages, were hauling massive blocks of enchanted granite. Scaffolding made of magically reinforced ironwood was rising against the sky.
The First Iron Temple was being built.
Word had spread faster than a wildfire in a dry forest. The news of the "Amphitheater Incident" had leaked beyond the academy walls, reaching the highest echelons of the ruling High Council. The decree had come down exactly two days ago, printed on parchment with the royal seal: Strength, in its rawest physical form, is no longer considered a barbaric heresy. The pursuit of physical fortitude is henceforth permitted.
