One week later…
The week since the Demon ambush had been a blur.
The city of Arcanum Nexus still carried scars; broken towers sealed with quick-forges, smoke lingering over neighborhoods where burning wreckage had fallen, and guild scouts still holding quiet funerals.
But life in the human domain never stopped, and neither did Nexus Academy. Afterall, if there was one thing that humanity was extremely good at, it was moving on fast from disaster.
The Great Nexus Hall, a towering cathedral of spellsteel and glass, pulsed with mana light as the orientation banners unfurled.
Hundreds of students filled the massive chamber, the air thrumming with chatter, tension, and excitement.
One hundred and sixty four new Freshers stood assembled, the very best talent of the new generation.
150 nobles, glittering in silk uniforms and enchanted jewelry, heirs of influence, wealth, and polished prestige.
