After having breakfast, Mizuki and Aneko prepared to leave their dorm room. As they took the elevator to the main floor, the doors were about to close when a hand stopped them. Kyosuke and his roommate, Katsuaki, stepped in.
"You're early," Kyosuke remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Mizuki noticed Katsuaki was engrossed in his book. Kyosuke pressed the button for the main floor.
"What do you think the old man will teach us today?" Kyosuke asked to pass the time. His smile widened as excitement ran through him.
"Who knows," Mizuki shrugged, not wanting to talk more and just wanting to get out of the elevator already.
"I'm excited and looking forward to this year," Aneko said, her excitement palpable.
When the elevator stopped, the main floor was eerily empty. Even the receptionist's desk was deserted.
Kyosuke dashed towards the door, only to be stopped by an unseen force. His fist collided with empty air, sending out a ripple of blue energy. "What in the name of Nirvana?" He growled, his knuckles throbbing against the invisible wall.
Then, without warning, their homeroom teacher, Griffin, materialized before them—an ethereal figure of flickering light, appearing as a translucent hologram. The sight of him sent a hush over the room. Griffin's holographic form glitched erratically, casting eerie shadows across the room.
"Apologies for the sudden intrusion, students" Griffin said, his voice reverberating like a specter from another realm. "But I can't let you leave."
"Why not?" Katsuaki asked, his eyes still glued to the pages of his book, as if a glitching ghost demeanor was something he sees everyday.
Griffin's form cracked, a brief stutter of pixels and static. "Abhivira Akademiya isn't just any academy. It is the pinnacle of all of the ones in Ronisia, with a 0.1% acceptance rate. Most claw their way through a grueling entrance exam. But you four—" His eyes blazed as he glanced over Kyosuke, Mizuki, Aneko and Katsuaki, each name punctuated with a pulse of power. "—you were recommended."
"Wait, what exam?" Katsuaki's gaze finally lifted. His boring stare now replaced with a spark of surprise.
Griffin smirked, his form stabilizing. "Indeed. And none of you took it. You think that means you're special? That you're exempt?"
Aneko stiffened, a sudden realization dawning. "You're going to test us yourself, aren't you?"
"Precisely. Ever wondered why there are only nine students in Class-7?" Griffin's smile turned razor-sharp.
Kyosuke scoffed, folding his arms behind his head. "Yeah, who hasn't?"
Ignoring the quip, Griffin's hologram loomed closer, his tone chillingly casual. "You're trapped in a dreamscape, an illusion of my creation. Your goal is simple: escape. I'll be watching."
Before they could react, Griffin snapped his fingers. Reality shattered like glass around them, and they were plunged into darkness.
When the light returned, they found themselves in a cold, metallic chamber. Tubes filled with strange, luminescent liquid lined the walls. Inside each floated the unconscious forms of their classmates. Only nine tubes—except one was shattered, its contents spilled in a crimson pool on the floor.
"What the hell is this place?" Kyosuke whispered, eyes wide with unease.
A whirring sound cut through the silence. The ground spun around to face the source—an armored figure stepped out from the shadow. It was a mechanized version of Katsuaki, eyes flowing a menacing red. Metal plates gleamed where flesh should have been, and its fingers ended in serrated blades.
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One thing that started everything
Fantezie13,000 years ago, even before the age of Celestaras. the galaxy was ruled by only mere gods. However, one of them rose up and betrayed all gods. it was a horrifying fight, a fight only with sheer power and strength. however, their powers were so ove...
