☀️ Arselia and Akonia

"Iron. Metal. Steel. As long as I can remember, my life has always depended on these substances, and not just mine – metal surrounds our entire existence, giving it completeness, strength, and confidence. Only in primitive tribes do they fight with sticks and stones. The School of Matter... It's still not a very good name. All the elements are matter in some sense, and they are all important, but only one matter deserves to be mentioned in human history as the one that made humans human, as the one that separated us from everything else. Fire is, of course, an auxiliary element for metal; without a hot forge, iron cannot be forged... But assistance is one thing, and the real goal is quite another. To value the means above the end? That is wrong and unwise. The School of Metal, I'm already on my way."

- So, boss, who are we waiting for?
- And if we are suddenly sent somewhere, will we be able to continue our studies later?

-- I asked the world, and the world did not answer me... Let's hope for the best, and that the knowledge in our heads doesn't just evaporate, or at the very least, that the archive will allow us to take copies of the necessary records with us and study them on the way, wherever we may be. After all, these records somehow ended up in the Archive itself; they weren't transported there in wagons, were they?