The Dean of Alchemy sneered. “Artifice builds. Nature-Song sings to trees. We have nothing in common.”
The University of Avalon, a sprawling, ancient institution built on a floating island above a misty sea. For decades, it has been fractured into seven rival colleges, each hoarding a specific type of knowledge: Logic, Alchemy, Lore, Artifice, Nature-Song, War-Math, and Void-Calc. They hadn't held a joint graduation in forty years. higheredunity
The island stopped shaking.
They named the new bridge Highered Unity . And every year, the seven students—now teachers, friends, and sometimes still rivals—walked it together. The Dean of Alchemy sneered
The Last Common Room