The homeroom bell rang, echoing through the hallways as students scrambled to their seats. Their teacher, Mr. Renwald, stepped in, clipboard in hand and a slightly amused expression on his face.
Mr. Renwald: Settle down, everyone. We've got a new student joining us today.
Whispers spread across the classroom like wildfire. Even Toram turned his gaze from the window, curiosity piqued.
Mr. Renwald: Come in.
The classroom door slid open with a soft click, and in stepped a tall boy with silver-white hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore the same uniform as everyone else, but somehow, it looked like it didn't belong on him—like it couldn't contain whatever presence he carried.
Mr. Renwald: This is Arzen. He transferred from a school overseas. I expect you all to make him feel welcome.
Lily: Whoa… he looks like he came out of an anime.
Kai: Or royalty.
Toram's eyes narrowed slightly. There was something off about Arzen. His steps were too smooth. His gaze, too focused—as if scanning for something beneath the surface.
Toram: *Is he popular guy? He almost seem like a perfect guy.
Mr. Renwald: Take that seat by the window.
As Arzen walked past him, Toram felt a strange sensation. In that moment, time seemed to slow. A silent exchange passed between them, neither one saying a word.
Then came the sound.
A faint hum. Almost like chanting.
Toram:*Did I hear a sound?
Toram looked down. Glowing symbols were spreading across the floor beneath his desk—ancient runes pulsing with blue and violet light, swirling in a perfect ring.
Kai: What the hell...?
Toram:*.... This might be....
The class froze. The air thickened.
Toram smiled and then—
the magic circle ignited.