Greenhold Academy was more than just an institution; it was a sacred cradle of potential, a place where the city's brightest scions of noble families and wealthy clans honed their strength and intellect. To gain entry was an honor few could claim, and those who did would dedicate themselves with unwavering diligence. Success here meant prestige, power, and the promise of a future that even emperors might envy.
Yet not everyone shared this reverence.
In a sunlit classroom, rows of polished desks reflected the morning light, and the scent of ink and old parchment lingered faintly in the air. Amidst the attentive outer sect disciples, one young man remained undisturbed, slouched over his desk in a deep, almost unnatural sleep.
