It was a dark, silent, and ominously eerie night. In the shadow of the snowy mountains, a fresh flow of blood stained the icy ground; the red, cold, and glistening droplets formed a horrifying contrast against the whiteness of the snow. Severed limbs and the silent screams of souls filled the night; it was as if even the stars were afraid to witness this scene.
The massive walls made of ice were broken and stained with blood. The Frost Clan, home to hundreds of thousands, had been slaughtered in a single night. The sole reasons were greed and the fear of the unknown; enemies hiding in the darkness had looted everything in the clan, mercilessly killing even the babies in their cradles. Their blood dripped onto the snow, covering these once joyful lands with a dreadful silence.
Amidst the half-collapsed buildings, the faint voice of a child could be heard. The torn throat sent chills through those who heard it. Hoarsely, he said, "You will pay... You will pay the price! I will kill all of you. You will beg for death! I will annihilate every one of you..." His bloodied eyes, having lost their natural color to savagery, looked up to the sky; the rage in those eyes burst forth from the depths of darkness.
Born as a malevolent being, a thirst for blood that would even frighten demons emanated from the small child's body. The cold wind carried his words, spreading the desire for vengeance that merged with the night everywhere. In that moment, he was not just a child, but also a power that would change the fate of the galaxy.
A month had passed since that day...
Academy City, located at the foot of high mountains, had a mesmerizing view. As the first rays of the sun painted the wide streets and stone buildings in golden hues, the magnificent Academy Tower rising in the heart of the city stood tall as if challenging the sky. This tower, a symbol of wisdom and learning, continually inspired new generations.
The city was like a mosaic where various architectural styles came together. Buildings adorned with Gothic details, elegant arches, and high windows bore the traces of the past, while modern structures symbolized the advancement of technology and science. On the streets, the lively conversations of students from different cultures echoed, bringing the city to life with their colorful clothing.
In the air, a blend of freshly baked bread and spices wafted. The marketplace in the heart of the city was filled with stalls brimming with fruits and vegetables, accompanied by the cheerful voices of vendors. People paused at every corner to gain new knowledge or learn something new.
In the center of the city stood a large fountain. Water cascaded from above, spreading a refreshing, mystical atmosphere; students resting on the stone benches around it enjoyed this peaceful moment. Groups of young people gathered around the fountain, engaging in discussions and exchanging knowledge.
A child waking up in an inn felt lost in this vibrant city. The Academy invitation he held seemed to open the doors to a new beginning. However, the dark shadows of his past were always behind him.
This child was Nyxar Frost, who had crossed the mountains driven by a desire for strength after his clan was destroyed, reaching Academy City at the heart of the world.
Only a few days remained for the Academy's final registrations. Without wasting time, Nyxar tied back his black and purple mixed hair with a hairpin. He stood in front of the mirror for one last look; a deep sword scar marked under his left eye. His red left eye reminded him of the pain he had endured, while the right eye, purple in color, added a mystical aura to him. He had a handsome face, but the darkness reflected in his eyes openly revealed the trauma he had experienced.
He stopped looking in the mirror and set off towards the Academy's registration office. Before leaving the inn, he grabbed a honey pastry; this sweet, warm, and slightly crispy treat brought him a little comfort. As he ate on the way, he looked around. The city appeared grand and luxurious. Wide streets, elegantly built stone structures, and tall buildings reminded him of the environment back in his clan. However, here, everything was brighter and livelier; people were laughing and filled with joy.
As thoughts of his clan crossed Nyxar's mind, the darkness in his eyes grew deeper. Lost in thought, he bumped into someone and they both fell to the ground. He lifted his head and looked at the person he had collided with. He found himself face to face with a girl of his age, with red hair. The girl had a faint aura of fire; this immediately made Nyxar sense that she was a fire element user.
The girl turned sharply to the person she had collided with, holding her flushed forehead. "Hey! Can't you see where you're going?" she shouted, while rubbing her forehead. Her harsh outburst had already drawn the attention of the crowd around them.
Faint murmurs began to rise from the crowd: "Hahh?! Isn't that the young lady of the Scarlet Clan?", "Who's the other one?", "Unlucky kid..." could be heard.
With her bright red hair and unique beauty, Percilla stood up angrily. It was as if she had directly absorbed the fury of fire element users. The girl's full name was Percilla Van Scarlet; she was the youngest lady of the Scarlet Clan. Having a stronger start than her sisters had earned her a good reputation in her clan.
Nyxar slowly got to his feet and glanced at Percilla on the ground. This glance startled Percilla momentarily. She saw the coldness and bloodthirst hidden in his gaze. After a moment of staring at each other, Nyxar turned his attention away from Percilla and walked past her into the building where the academy applications were held.
As Nyxar entered the building, he was met with the cold and formal atmosphere of the academy office. The awards and certificates hanging on the walls indicated how prestigious this place was. A few students were waiting inside for their registration processes. Nyxar joined the line and turned to the clerk waiting for him.
"Name and surname?" the clerk asked, looking ready to process his registration.
"Nyxar Frost," the young man replied, his voice devoid of any excitement.
As the clerk quickly noted on the computer screen, Nyxar's eyes caught the mana measurement device in the corner of the room. There was a curiosity within him; this was the first opportunity to showcase his abilities.
"Let's measure your mana value," the clerk said, gesturing to the device. Nyxar approached the device and extended his hand. The device detected the energy in his finger and suddenly the screen lit up.
"Result: 1200!" the clerk exclaimed in astonishment. The other students in the room turned their heads in surprise upon hearing this high value. While those considered prodigies barely exceeded 800, Nyxar's value was remarkably striking.
After completing the registration process, Nyxar was informed that he would be placed in Class S. This class was where the most talented students of the academy were located. When Nyxar heard this news, not a hint of a smile appeared on his face; he merely nodded slightly.
"Class S..." the clerk said with a smile. "This class is the most suitable place for a talent like you."
As Nyxar exited the academy, he felt the weight of his future adventures. He had now made a new beginning, and there were many challenges and opportunities awaiting him on this journey.
When he stepped out the door, the weight on his shoulders pressed down on him. He had taken the first step toward avenging his clan. The rays of the sun only deepened his dark thoughts. Raising a hand to shield his eyes, he said in a cold voice, "I will take your revenge..." These words were not just a promise, but also a reflection of the darkness within him. As Nyxar began to walk toward his targets, the cold anger in his heart became the only force guiding him.
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