Rucas moves, stepping with trust in and head with a lookup. Really arrogant.
At first glance, I don't like that. I don't know his family or even who he is, but he always goes like a nobleman who has donated his treasures.
With a confident step, he approached the student council president of the academy, he approached him very close to Loraine, which made some uncomfortable movements for Loraine.
"Hi beautiful, will you date me if we both made it through this qualification?" Rucas asked very confidently, Loraine stepped back because she was uncomfortable in a close position.
She snorted. "No," Loraine murmured briefly, before making an angry reaction from Rucas.
The whole gaze immediately looked there. Loraine was not afraid, but her gaze trembled, seeing some firm movements from Loraine.
She glanced at some people and moved from one place to another before finally landing in my gaze.
Loraine looked at me, her face gave some cues that I did not understand, I narrowed my eyes to see clearly what she was concerned about.
Before I finished reading, she looked away and looked back at Rucas.
"Alright, if you refuse, I will target you, dear." He said teasingly, he then turned around, past Prince Alain,, and walked in front of me very arrogantly.
How much longer do some of us all immediately move away and forget the events that occur, move and change our views, and focus on ourselves?
I stood alone in the corner of a tree, leaning my back and a few heads, seeing many people who were busy alone.
This colosseum is quite large, with the podium in the middle and some magic decorations that look not permanent.
"What's your name?" Her voice was soft like a child, she stepped quite loudly approaching me before finally following me to lean.
Vernisius border regions and Dwarvest (third view angle):
The journey lasted several days, they passed the dark dark tunnel and could only hope to walk straight towards the light through the limiting mountains.
The entire battalion walked to their leaders and moved in the movement and just now being organized, very neat and trained.
They moved towards the dwarvest region through a continuing tunnel and had been made for years by Vernisius civilization.
The border between dwarvest and vernisius is limited by the presence of high mountains that stand like walls covering the old world and the new world.
With only armed with a torch lamp embedded in each wall for a few meters there will be one torch that illuminates the tunnel.
The roar fills the sky before its form is visible. The air trembled, creating strong winds that flew leaves and shook trees. From behind the dark clouds, the giant silhouette appeared, unfurling wings as big as Padang, creating a thick shadow on the ground. His wings were like a storm that hit, and when he issued a roar, the mountains vibrated, as if afraid of the ruler of the new sky.
His skin is jet black, like a burning charcoal, sparkling under the lightning light that occasionally divides the sky. The scales are rough and jagged as if it was forged from obsidian stones embedded in the giant body. A pair of eyes brought red, like coals that never extinguished, full of hatred and impermeable hunger.
Sharp curved horns towering from his head, as if the crown of darkness that was only worthy of being worn by a creature of himself. Its wings are torn in several places but still strong, each spat carries hot winds that sting the skin. The claws are long and sturdy, sharp enough to tear the steel, strong enough to destroy the stone in one hit.
With the last roar that shook the sky, he flapped his wings once more, then darted up. The air boils in its path, the clouds are split and the sky seems to break by its strength. The black line of his body penetrated the thick night, the higher, the farther, until only the flashes of fire in his eyes were still visible from the bottom.
He continued to rise, breaking down the cold wind. The top of the mountain towered as if waiting for his arrival, but the dragon did not slow down. His wings spent again, stronger, faster, until finally, he reached the peak, standing above the world, watching everything with red eyes that burned like hellfire.
The entire troops echoed, they roared the arrival of creatures that were considered gods by them, making enthusiasm even more blazing and continuing to shake the earth.
Wein Arcveil:
Participants who attended were silent immediately when a woman who was seen touching three dimensions appeared riding a podium with her face looking young.
Before patting Runex in the form of a triangle that is installed by other triangles below, pointed above and taper below, also with a circular bracelet between the triangle.
Her shiny purple hair reflects the light that is almost right above it, with a small waist and wide hips equivalent to her shoulder, her body looks ideal wearing a professor uniform but equipped with a lightweight zest in some parts.
"Good morning before noon everyone!" Her voice called a lot of people to approach, already using a rune, one of the tools to harden the sound,, but I think she deliberatelyshrunks her volume.
It makes us approach and hear a few things from her and start to approach the podium that makes a circle full of people.
"I'm Professor Elizabeth Wykenko, happy to meet you at this meeting." Waved her hand and smiled. "You can call me Professor Wyken," she said to tell you once more.
We all listened, some people who didn't care about chatting, and again, Rucas was the one who was chatting.
"This time, we will conduct an entrance examination and, at the same time, select teams to do raids on the newly appearing dungeon in this school, I will read the rules now.