Blood Shadow Force:
Rupert, the Gold Mark Warrior, had finally decided it was time to remind the envoys of the Dark Shadow University about the overlooked talent—and potential threat—of Zack Lockwood.
His footsteps were heavy with purpose as he made his way toward the two envoys, his mind racing with the implications of what he was about to say. He knew the delicate balance of power at play and understood that one wrong word could bring trouble upon him.
Ahead, the envoys stood, their robes rippling in the slight wind, their expressions grim as they exchanged words in low, serious tones.
"Harumph," the white envoy spat, his voice tinged with disdain. "There aren't many talented candidates this time. Should we even bother taking these... trashes for the trials?"
