Aamon sat in the dark room, his gaze fixed on the large screen in front of him, his mind in complete disarray. Chaos City buzzed with life outside, a blend of magic and modern technology that made it one of the most powerful cities in the world. But none of that mattered to him right now.
Elyana, the principal of the rival academy, had just pulled up a live broadcast of something so unfathomable, so out of place, that it made his head spin. Samiel—no, not Samiel anymore—Amael—was standing on top of a massive golden dragon, delivering an announcement that had already begun to shake the entire world.
Aamon's expression remained blank, almost frozen in disbelief, but his mind was racing. 'What in the actual hell is happening?'
He had written this.
Or… at least he thought he had.
The Apocalypse Academy, his magnum opus, his not-so-grand narrative—the story of the chosen one who would save the world from the looming Third Apocalypse. But this?
