Academy city.
Aeternum spire.
The dark space of the dean's residence suddenly lit up as the roof transformed into a stunning image of the starry skies, a resplendent glow illuminating the entire room.
The celestial eyes in the sky opened, as the aged voice of the dean sounded out,
"Foreigner, what do you want?"
Silence was what greeted the voice until space rippled and a figure appeared.
It was an elderly man of average height, his face despite looking aged, Maintained a rosy hue, his expression one of intrigue as his gaze roamed around before he finally replied,
"Foreigner? That's so sad, here I thought you'd finally be warming up to us, after all, you already call those filthy demons as one of your own, isn't that right, O'Guardian?"
A heavy pressure choked the entire room as the man that had appeared felt the strain on his body.
"I have no time for your games, state you intentions and begone." The deans cold voice replied.
