On a humongous dark spherical spaceship, at the helm, an imposing man sat on a grand throne, his gaze trailing across the stellar view in front of him.
He had very short dark hair, and brown eyes, as a massive scar ran across his face, giving him a wild yet contained aura. The massive golden armor he wore accentuated this even more as he looked like a war god.
"I'll never get used to this view…the null sea…" said the man.
A few seconds later, a masked man appeared beside him, his aura undetectable.
"Sir."
"Shadow three? What is it?" Calmly asked the man.
"I have come to report. As you previously asked."
"The sophomore and senior years of the academy have already checked in. Do we start the program after the first years finish their trials or do we start now sir?"
