The Lion Of Sirius

Lightning and Wind

Sani's gaze fixated on the headmaster, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. He couldn't help but run his hands through his dreads, slicking them back in a gesture of intrigue.

Headmaster Dracor let out a small chuckle, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I've lived for countless years, witnessed extraordinary things, but you, my
friend, are a truly exceptional discovery."

As Sani surveyed the headmaster's office, he couldn't help but notice the unique blend of modern and gothic elements in the decor. The mahogany flooring seemed to hold the shadows of flickering candles, casting an eerie ambiance. The meticulously crafted chairs, possibly made of leather, emitted a faint squeak with every slight movement. His fingers glided effortlessly across the armrest, tracing the intricate brass-colored studs that adorned the redwood-stained chair.

In the corner of the office stood a bookcase, its shelves filled to the brim with an endless array of volumes. Sani's eyes were drawn to one particular book, its title catching his attention: "The Mythological Occurrences of the Holy War."

Sani rose from the chair, a tinge of confusion lacing his voice. "Anyway, it's getting late, Headmaster Dracor..."

The headmaster let out a disbelieving sigh. "He doesn't even realize..." he muttered under his breath. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Alright, so ironically, here at this academy, we believe in co-ed dorms. I have arranged suitable accommodations for you. You were supposed to come and see me before the school day ended, but your brief yet successful scuffle with Maria took up most of your time. Allow me to escort you to your living quarters."

With a swift motion, the headmaster stood up from behind his desk. Sani couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight of the headmaster's expensive emerald green suit, perfectly matched with his dress shoes. It was evident that the man spared no expense on his attire. Lets be on our way it seems like our day is about to end

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As Sani and the headmaster strolled down the seemingly endless corridor, it felt as if they were traversing miles. The headmaster hummed a cheerful tune, seemingly oblivious to Sani's presence. His eyes would occasionally wander, scanning the paintings adorning the walls or pausing to observe an ancient suit of armor that seemed out of place in the relatively new school.

The paintings depicted either a long-forgotten hero or a battlefield, their origins shrouded in mystery. Sani couldn't discern whether they were created after the conflict or before it. It seemed illogical to predict a battlefield before it was shaped by the clashes between humans and demons. The scars left by artillery strikes, the altered landscapes from the use of powerful elemental magic—these were the telltale signs of battles fought and won.

Sani's mind drifted back to his recent encounter with Maria El Dagu and her bewildered reaction upon waking up. He scratched his head, genuinely perplexed about how he had managed to defeat her. It was reminiscent of the countless battles he had found himself in over the past few months. In the midst of these fights, he would often find himself on the brink of death or severe injury, only to black out for a brief moment. When he regained consciousness, his opponent or enemy would be incapacitated, defeated without any recollection of how it had happened.

His power was both simple and complex, a paradox in itself. In simple terms, he had the ability to manipulate reality. However, delving deeper, he could shape his thoughts into tangible forms by projecting energy through his voice. This newfound ability had manifested in the past few months. After his encounter with an immensely powerful demon, he had stumbled upon a pack of lesser demons. Without hesitation, he had spoken the words, "Die already," and the creatures had simply disintegrated, leaving behind nothing but pools of demonic remains and blood.