A young boy slowly walked towards the classroom that he was assigned to. Blood dripped down his mouth, and he spat out another spit full of blood.
His name is Mackerel Silvos. The very same Silvos family that ruled the Umbraden Kingdom in the mortal realm.
The past week started normally, and he went along with his day.
Life as a Vashura, despite the constant eye-rolls of the elites and higher born, was not that bad.
For someone who was of great chance, won numerous contests, and proved himself as one of the geniuses of the mortal realms, he had access to the library and books within the academy.
And while they had no teacher, he still received the allowance provided by the academy itself.
