James sprinted down the path leading to the school gates, his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn't just any school—it was one of the most prestigious in the country, known for its vast size and elite students. 30,000 students from all over the world gathered here, and James had been lucky enough to join them.
"Whoaaaa!!!" he exclaimed in awe as he looked up at the towering buildings. The school grounds were massive, stretching as far as the eye could see, with grand stone pillars, lush gardens, and elegant walkways that seemed to hum with energy.
Suddenly, a cold hand grasped his shoulder, yanking him to a halt.
"Who the hell are you?" a deep voice growled from behind him. "Why are you here?"
James turned to see a tall, burly demon with dark red skin and glowing eyes. His fangs bared in a menacing grin as he looked James up and down. "Humans are weak. You aren't allowed here."
James's eyes widened as he took a step back, unsure of what to do. "Who are you? I'm a new student here."
The demon scoffed, his eyes narrowing in contempt. "Do I care?" he sneered. Before James could react, the demon raised his fist to strike him.
Just as the punch was about to land, a sudden, powerful aura filled the air. A figure appeared out of nowhere—half-human, half-demon, with an overwhelming presence. It was Daimon.
"Stop what you're doing," Daimon's voice rang out, cold and commanding.
The demon froze, his eyes wide in shock as he sensed Daimon's power. With a growl, he backed off, his expression shifting from rage to fear as he turned and ran off into the distance.
James blinked, still processing what had just happened. He turned to Daimon, gratitude in his eyes.
"Uh, thank you for saving me," James said, still catching his breath.
Daimon, with his silver hair glinting in the sunlight, offered a slight smile. "A new face, a human. You're new here, huh?"
"Yeah," James said, nodding. "I'm James."
"I'm Daimon," Daimon replied, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you."
The two shook hands briefly, and just as the bell rang, signaling the start of class, James was reminded of the urgency. "I need to go now," he said, quickly turning to head toward the classrooms.
Daimon gave him a short nod, and James hurried off, feeling the weight of the school's vastness pressing down on him. As he walked through the hallways, he couldn't shake the sense of being watched. The other students moved quickly, casting glances in his direction as he passed. James didn't know if it was just his nerves or if the rumors about this school were true.
Finally, he reached his classroom. As the door opened, a sudden, overpowering aura washed over him. His eyes instinctively darted to the front of the room, where an elf girl sat by herself—her white hair glowing almost ethereally against the dim lighting. Her cold, piercing eyes met his, and the air around her seemed to freeze.
James hesitated at the entrance, unsure where to sit. The class was already in progress, and he didn't want to disturb anyone, but the only empty seat was next to her.
He sighed and walked toward the seat, feeling the tension in the room grow thicker as he made his way to her desk. As soon as he sat down, the girl's icy gaze locked onto him.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice as cold as her stare. "You're new, right? So shut up."
James blinked, taken aback by her bluntness. He'd expected some resistance, but not this level of hostility. He looked around, hoping to get some context, and overheard whispers from the other students.
"Bro, good luck," one muttered. "Don't talk to her. The last guy who sat there got kicked out after she almost killed him for talking to her."
James gulped, immediately understanding the unspoken rules. He nodded silently, deciding to focus on the class. But he couldn't help but wonder about the girl—the elf with the aura of danger surrounding her.
As the lesson continued, James couldn't shake the feeling that his journey at this school was just beginning—and that the people he met here might be more dangerous than he could ever imagine.