[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"Hey! You lots~ are y'all newcomers?"
A voice interrupted our conversation, cutting through the buzz of activity around us. I turned to see a tall figure striding toward us with an air of arrogance and self-importance.
The figure was broad-shouldered, with dark hair slicked back, and his robes were embroidered with silver thread, marking him as someone of high status. He wore a confident smirk that only added to the aura of superiority emanating from him. A small group followed in his wake, their eyes trained on us with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.
"You must be the new kids," he said, looking us up and down like we were some kind of curiosity. "Welcome to Merlin Academy, though I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you. This place tends to chew up the weak."
