Awakening

The night sky hung heavy with a foreboding aura as two figures landed gracefully at the site of the explosion, their descent as quiet as shadows. The first was a man dressed in a tight black trench coat, the fabric slick and fitted to his athletic form. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and a thin layer of facial hair framed his stern, sharp features. A deadly sword hung from his waist, its hilt worn from years of battle. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the scene before him. This was Instructor Jack—one of the academy's most seasoned warriors.