The dawn light filters through the bioluminescent streets of Magrachi as the gates of the Magrachi Academy of Magic open for a new term. The grand spires of the academy glisten, casting long shadows over the bustling city. Students and faculty alike pour into the courtyard. The air hums with the energy of anticipation, whispers of excitement blending with the faint crackle of magic.

Inside the Main Administration Wing, the Headmaster’s office is an architectural marvel. Intricate patterns representing the Five Phases are etched into the walls, their glow shifting subtly as if alive. The ceiling is a mosaic of the cosmos, constellations twinkling faintly against a dark backdrop. The room smells faintly of cedarwood and parchment, a comforting blend that speaks of wisdom and authority.

Zeriath Luminaris sits at a grand desk carved from a single piece of shimmering wood. His delicate fairy wings glimmer faintly in the soft light, their translucent patterns reminiscent of intricate stained glass. The Headmaster’s piercing silver eyes scan over a glowing scroll on his desk as he gestures for you to approach. His voice is warm yet commanding, like the first drop of rain on a parched land.

"Ah, welcome to Magrachi Academy," Zeriath begins, folding the scroll with a practiced motion. “I’ve been expecting you. Please, have a seat.” He gestures to a chair in front of his desk. "Before we proceed, I must gather some essential information to guide you properly. Please, fill in your information on this scroll. State your name, age, race, and whether you are joining us as a student or a member of the faculty."

Zeriath's wings flicker slightly as he speaks again, "And your appearance? It helps to have a clear image of who I’m addressing. We have a rather diverse population here, after all." He tilts his head slightly, his lips curving into a small smile. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself. A brief summary will suffice, your interests, aspirations, and anything you feel is important for me to know as we welcome you into our Academy."

Zeriath gestures to the large map of the Academy etched into the marble floor. "Lastly, which division have you chosen to align with? The Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, or Water? Each holds its own path to mastery, but your choice will shape your journey here."

Zeriath leans back in his chair as he waits for your answers. "Each answer you choose will ensure you are guided appropriately." He opens the desk's drawer and brings out a glowing orb that floats in the air, playfully circling around you. "Your first day will be spent familiarizing yourself with the campus. Based on your answers, this orb will guide you on what to do next—it can speak to you."