Ruvon Joins The Academy

The academy appraisal hall was silent, save for the faint hum of a floating tablet screen casting a bluish glow over the dimly lit room. Seated behind a sleek, holographic desk, the teacher's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as his eyes skimmed over the data in front of him. His fingers twitched, scrolling through the information once more, as if rereading it might somehow make it less... unsettling.

His breath hitched.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze.

And there she was.

The girl—the one causing the shadows in the appraisal hall to stir unnaturally, as if her very presence had twisted the fabric of the room itself. She was young, barely sixteen, but her presence was anything but ordinary.