The room inside wasn't vast no theatrics, no court of marble dragons or golden thrones. Just silence. Cold air, biting with an elemental aura that tingled against my skin. It wasn't mana no; it was something deeper. Something chaotic. Something untamed. For a dragon she lives in a plain office.
And then she looked up.
Headmaster Celestia
Her presence wasn't loud, but it swallowed the whole room. She sat behind a desk, maybe obsidian? back straight, fingers interlocked, eyes like collapsing galaxies. Pale white skin, almost translucent, shimmered with threads of chaos glyphs underneath, (are those really functional or just a hormonal teenager tattoo?), pulsing like nerves filled with stardust. No horns. No wings. Not in this form. But I could feel them, something present yet not.
Maybe it's coiled, repressed, like a nuclear sun compressed into human elegance. That sounds like one of ig quotes.
Her silver hair flowed like it ignored decay and pollution, floating lazily around her. Behind her, the air shimmered like glass about to fracture.
Power Level: ???
Classification: Chaos Elemental Dragon.
Current Form: Restrained.
My mana-sensing glyph tried scanning her once. It crashed. Just died. As if reality itself refused to calculate her.
She didn't speak for several seconds. Just stared.
I instinctively stood straighter.
"You don't recognize him, do you?" she asked at last.
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"The name of your planet's owner. The man who brought you here."
Her voice was flat. Disappointed.
I could barely speak. "...No. I didn't even know"
Celestine sighed. Her breath came out in a slow plume of visible air, like dragon frost in the dead of space.
"A shame," she said. "He is one of the comrades I had fought with, but that's also fine I guess"
I swallowed hard. "Was he… a Chaos wielder?"
She paused.
"No. He was a Null. A rare type. No element. No affinity. But he did had a nag for being a merchant and That's how he bought you entry anyway."
Her fingers tapped against the desk, and a new glyph floated into view.
Probation Notice: 2 months remaining.
Performance review pending. Arcane and Pedagogical standards apply.
I looked at the notice. Two months. That's all I had to prove myself in a world I barely understood.
Her eyes narrowed. "You have until then to present and prove yourself. Or discover how to. Either will do. But you'll need more than borrowed math tricks and half-written questions to survive what's coming."
I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, but she had already turned away, her eyes scanning something unseen beyond the dimensional veil.
And she finally said, "It isn't like some spaceship would crash on us next to help you on probation, so give it your best"
*Beep Beep*
A strange buzzing sound not mine means its certainly Her's.
"Looks like I have to meet some really bothersome fellows, guess Prof wade you are on your own for these 2 months I have expectations for you no matter how small"
Notification Details:
All planet Union, Enforcers Call and Connect
"Huh, corporate meeting here too, poor headmaster"
Great now how do I find those tramps back to my dorm?