The jagged terrain of the rocky alps mountains seemed to jut and spear outwards along the old road cutting through. Through these thin passes and long tunnels, a school bus drove by. It turned more agile than the long vehicle seemed capable of. The snowy tops of the huge mountains loomed over all the while as the bus clunked on through the quiet roads. The bus itself was fairly empty, only a few young men and women where scattered through the bus as it made it's way down. The only outlier was a bus driver, some older man with leathery skin and black hair with greying string flaking in here and there. He wore a worn old red trucker hat with some unknown, older Italian company's logo on it.

As they rolled through another tunnel, the school came into view. Cradled up high on a jagged mountain peak was a sloping villa of marble and granite. The highest point was a large building with Corinthian pillars holding up the higher level to allow balconies on the top floor. Below is where unassorted buildings of varying sizes and designs, with roads of cobblestone leading between. Along the paths were well-kept ferns and beautiful flowers and at the lowest plane were three greenhouses and far more raised planting beds for crops around them. It was completely empty. Not a single soul seemed to walk through the streets and not one of the windows revealed a silhouette. 

The bus kept driving forward, and now that the students had seen Empyreus Academy, they would most likely understand now just the kind of stay they'd be having.