The moon cast a pale glow over the Magic Engineering Department Tower, illuminating the shadowy figures moving quietly near the entrance.
Crates filled with dark crystals, forbidden magical artifacts, and ancient scrolls lay scattered around, each confiscated and carefully stacked by a group of students wearing red blazers.
The night was thick with tension, the silence only broken by the occasional clatter of tools or the scuffle of shoes against the stone courtyard.
Leopold, the son of the emperor, stood at the center of the group, his imposing figure casting a long shadow.
His blonde hair, slicked back, shone under the faint light, while his red eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity.
He wore a crisp white shirt and a yellow tie, neatly tied under the open red blazer that hung loosely over his shoulders.
His fists were bloodied, the knuckles bruised and smeared with the aftermath of a violent altercation.
