Professor Baswara?
No.
Her mind immediately hit a wall. It was a finely tuned search engine calibrated for patterns and anomalies, but nothing? The name triggered no recognition within the vast, meticulously constructed database of this world's history she'd been compiling for hours. Baswara... Baswara... Baswara—
But it did trigger a memory from a different vault entirely. One made of real stone and real blood.
Ah!
Elder Dragon Baswara. Five thousand years old. Sovereign of the Sapphire Depths. The Sea Drag—
WAIT!
Eastiel's younger brother, Elias, existed here. Arzhen, Ruby, Nikolas, even Anton Vasiliev, they were all present, their roles adapted but their essences recognizable.
They were narrative extensions plucked from her real-world relationships and conflicts, woven into the fabric of this high school AU to provide depth and tension.
And obviously, Oathran's world of acquaintances would expand the same in this world too!
