It was a hot summer morning in the city of Scholastica.
The warm golden glow of the Lightbringer illuminated the skyline of the great city; its towering spires pointed towards the heavens, mirroring the ambition of its inhabitants, which was a lofty one.
Most buildings in this city were utilized as educational facilities in some form, with very few serving as residential spaces for inhabitants.
Bridges connected each building, ensuring that no building in the city could be said to be standalone.
For some, it could take a long time before they would set their legs on the ground below.
In any case, it was in one of such towering buildings in the western wing of the city that Ulysses was located.
Currently, he stood at the terraced balcony that had been beautified by quite a few ornamental flowers, most of which had colonized the railings.
He had his hands on those same railings with his gaze seemingly focused on a neighboring building though his thoughts were elsewhere.
