The Principal, Dora, who arrived shortly after the incident, stood frozen, her eyes blankly staring at the Origin Pillars.
These ancient structures, once deeply buried beneath the earth, now stood tall and proud on the surface.
The soft, sunless light cascaded over them, illuminating their long-hidden forms—pillars that had slept in darkness since nearly the very beginning of the Worlds.
Twelve majestic pillars stood on the circular stone platform, arranged in a perfect ring. Each one shone brilliantly, their surfaces etched with long-forgotten symbols—wave, water, hammer, fire—all pulsing softly, resonating with a strange, living energy.
The marble bases reflected a ghostly light, too uniform to cast shadows. It was as though the light enveloped them from every direction, denying even the existence of darkness.
They were stunning—absolutely awe-inspiring.
