The storm brewed ominously above the academy as Noah and Professor Jacob faced each other in silence.
Jacob's eyes, once intelligent and calm, were now void of sanity, darkened to an unnatural purple with his pupils blazing like miniature suns of corruption.
His entire body emanated a thick, malevolent energy, which coiled around him like a living aura.
The professor's stance was firm, a perfect blend of power and technique that spoke of countless hours of training.
His muscles were taut, coiled for explosive movements.
Noah knew he was in deep.
Jacob had been an academy professor, but more importantly, he was a renowned combatant who mastered techniques through the divine favor of the god of technique itself.
The magic Jacob now wielded amplified his skill.
Blending martial prowess with raw arcane power that made every movement not just precise but lethal.
"Sigh..."
