The crowd of Imperial Academy students rushed in, weapons in hand. They moved quickly, forming a loose battle formation as they approached. Damon spotted various races among them—beastkin, elves, even a few fae's —but the one leading them stood out the most. A fae, his large brown angelic wings spread wide, hovered slightly above the others, bow in hand, radiating battle readiness.
"You," the fae's voice rang out, firm and accusing. "Are you the one from Aether Academy causing trouble on our turf?"
Damon chuckled.
"Your turf?" He crossed his arms.
"This is the capital city. I don't recall the your name being part of the Imperial Family… unless, of course, you're secretly plotting to claim ownership of imperial land? Treasonous thoughts, perhaps?"
The young man's face twisted in anger.
"That's not what—"
Damon raised two fingers in a gun-like gesture.